the unbearable lightness of being

marcy, claire and i are backpacking this summer in maine. marcy and i can take care of our own things but claire cannot, she does not have a driver's license, opposable thumbs or a self. so today we took the first step, which was testing for worms and lyme's disease.

she's a screamer! they had to close the door drawing blood because she was scaring the other animals. this is her best plea for pity.
trying to garner pity became "what the hell is this on my arm" and then she tried to chew it off.
the black and tan dachshund showdown at dr barkley's office. all sorts of psychological drama going on at this point. claire felt self conscious because her ears were too short and her fur was all wrong to be a "real" dachshund. she also did not like that the red gauze accentuated her cankles. the other one was just pissed because he was so fat and had to stare at his owner's cropped pants and orthopedic sandals for half an hour while she chatted it up with the vet tech.