The Vet
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It was a hassle getting pancakes into the car. He somehow just knew when it was a trip to the park, groomer, or the dreaded vet. He was reluctant to go but eventually got into the back before sulking on the seat.
The drive to the vet wasn’t long, but the whole time, Pancakes moped and moaned. It was clear he was willing to endure the pain of the bites rather than go to the vet. But once the vet saw them, his eyes grew wide in shock and disbelief.
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