Minnie loved going to our vet. I think part of it is our vet lives on some beautiful country property and Minnie loved looking out the car window at the cows on the property next to his, but I think she also really liked him because she always ended up feeling a lot better when we took her in. Even when she was feeling good and it was just a routine stop to pick up some Heartguard or another bottle of flea shampoo she still liked going. When Minnie got really sick when her kidneys gave out she was in such horrible shape and could barely lift her head even, but when she saw she was at Dr Jaksik's she really perked up and it was such a great thing for us to see (he nursed her back to relative health over the next two nights, and we had a few amazing days with her back home before she passed). However, she absolutely would not stand still for weighing. It was the one thing she was so badly behaved with at the vet. If he wanted to take blood, take her temperature, give her a shot, or anything like that Minnie was pretty cooperative. But for some reason she hated being weighed even though her girlish figure wasn't bad.
