They were forced to go into the awful plastic cage, and then into the very cold car. They were not allowed to chase anything in the yard (they are never allowed to, we're mean like that).
Oh, and once we got there, and it took days of travel to go that mile, I had to go and manage to get the smell of the loud noisy barking things on my hands ... the nerve.
Then the very nice man poked and prodded them in all kinds of uncomfortable ways.
Then BACK into the awful plastic cage. They didn't look at us for a good hour or so. Now Helvetica is asleep next to me on the couch grumbling.
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