Too Smart for His Own Good

This is what Mom and I saw when we turned around on the ride home from Kieran's vet appointment. He stole Shelby's car seat. I guess maybe it was just a warmer, more comfortable seat than all of the leather ones in the van? He rode like this for the remainder of the ride. Which is almost as funny as watching him stick his tongue out and pant through a muzzle. If we didn't muzzle him he would bite the vet. And if we didn't give him a tranquilizer before the appointment he would foam at the mouth. Literally. So panting is pretty much his only outlet for all the frustration and stress he must endure from being poked and prodded. But now it is done, and he won't have to go back to the vet for at least 6 months for his rabies shot. I think he's still mad at me for taking him today. He keeps giving me glares brimming with cancer causing rays of spirit hate.