At the vets

Poor guy was afriad to go through any doors. What life did he have before us? And how long was he alone? He will follow on a lead, but only after some convincing. I had to give him London Broil to get him in to the car today. He was a good car rider, but was afraid to go through doors at the vets.

He loved Dr. Cotton. Whenever she would leave, he would stand at the door and wait for it to open again.

He got a nice oatmeal bath afterwards, and was actually frisky! Not for too long though. Heart full of worms--yuck! His heart can't be likin' that. Explains the fatigue though. We probably won't know his real personality until he is into his treatment. Awfully happy to be getting loved up now.