Annabelle, you're lucky to be alive.
I took Annabelle into the vet today, and given the noise she was making, you'd think it was the doggie equivalent of Auschwitz. She whined the entire way to the vet's office, she whined the entire time she was in the vet's office, she yelped and cried when she got her shots, she howled on the way to the store, and she got in a little more whining and yelping just before we got home.
Though I did omit something. Between the vet's office and going to the store, she decided that she needed to go to the bathroom. Number two. All over the car's back seat. There's nothing more appetizing than cleaning up dog poop just before you're ready to start making a meal. The worst part is that the smell permeates the car even after a round of cleaner, yet the intense cold means I can't leave my windows cracked to vent it out. Yep, my car will smell like a public toilet for a few days while that works its way out.
It's a good thing she's so cute. It extends her life expectancy.