My friend Billie, human to Rafer and Redford Donkey, tells me those boys had their annual pokes in the neck today - maybe there is some sort of international plot to torment equines on this particular date Otherwise it is a bizarre coincidence that we received a visit from Dr. Kathryn, clutching a handful of shiny needles and using her falsely soothing tones.
We suspected something was up; we were haltered and put inside just after noon . The footman has just been so there was only one alternative. Jack is so incensed and angry that he asked to tell his version first hand or hoof, so to speak, and I feel it might prove therapeutic for his jangled nerves.
"I knew I sniffed a rat or somethin worse and sure nough, in strolls one of them red haired veitinary gals with her backup. Smart gal, she sends in the backup gal and i pretty soon had that one up aginst the wall so in come the vitinary, with some needles behin her back. I tossed her out too so then botha them get me in a headlock and blam! they sticks me like a pincushion. All the while they're sayin their sorry and it won't hurt but a bit and all sortsa other black lies. Dang it, in my day gals stayed home and did needlework on samplers an things. They didn't take delight in jammin needles inta unsuspectin victims or drive all over creation looking for ole donkeys to torture. Anyways so then they opens the barn door and says we won't be botherin ya til nex year Jack an I thinks ha! not if i sees ya first. Then the door starts blowin shut an they laugh an say oh no now yer stuck here with us and i jest gives that door an almighty push with my nose and I'm free. They got NO right ta keep showin up and manglin my person. Does any of ya know a good litugation lawyer so i kin sue them gals?"
You see? He didn't take it at all well. I was prepared to be stoic while they jabbed my neck but I did throw in a decent rear to let them know I wasn't pleased. Even with the added elevation I only came up to the vet's belt buckle and she just laughed. Very cavalier, these modern young women professionals. Doc and Molly don't mind needles at all and shamelessly begged for treats and just generally sold out to the enemy. Doc reacts badly to blackfly bites and the poor lad has them in the thousands so he has some powder to help with that. Jack is still brooding over the sneak attack but the woman has promised him a special dinner. He says that knowing her it will be delivered intraveinously.