I was getting these dips and food was coming regularly. My ears had been scraped clean. I heard the human remarking that she wondered if I would ever have any hair on my ears again. I guess I looked pretty bad. Well, anyway, I wasn't going to the doggy funny farm so far.
Humans call it a car.
And still had to go into that plastic thing. I was not as concerned this time as I was strangely beginning to trust this human of mine. The new human in the white coat was very gentle. He scraped my skin, went away and came back with some stuff in a syringe. Well, it didn't hurt.