This can’t be good.  Mom has the moving box thing out.  I know Hemingway never gets to go for rides in this, but I do.  I don’t think I want to go for a ride today.

I knew it!!!!  That moving box thing brought me over to the doctor man’s house.  Mr. Jeff……..I don’t want to be weighed.  I don’t care if you have a nice watch on, get your hands off me!

 Now that you’re done humiliating me, I’ll just calmly walk off this stupid contraption and forget it ever happened!

Yes, I see that treat you tried to bribe me with, but I’m not interested.  I am not speaking to that treat!  It’s not working.  You took my temperature in a really embarrassing way and then you gave me two shots.  I don’t want that stupid treat.

 Dr. Kris……….what part of “I don’t want to be held” don’t you understand???  Just put me down so I can go see Mom.

From the Mom:

It’s always an adventure taking Shakespeare to see the Doctor Man.  He really didn’t want Jeff to weigh him ‘cuz he was afraid he would be told he had to stop eating so much.  Well, he weighs a little over 15 pounds which is exactly the same as last year so he’s doing great.  He had an excellent report and was told that he’s very healthy.  He wasn’t excited about getting his nails trimmed and told everyone in the clinic about it.  To make matters worse, when we went to the doctor’s house it was raining and he didn’t like to hear the rain hitting his carrier.  He didn’t seem to care that the rain was drenching me.  When we got home, he gave a big sigh of relief and shortly after this is where I found him: