Oh, good! The dogs my family had usually didn't mind the vet's office, except dear Gracie, who was fine until they'd get her up on the exam table, then she had to hide her head in Dad's jacket.

Miss Hoppy, my (now at The Rainbow Bridge) rabbit HATED the vet. It wasn't until her last year, when she had cancer, that we ever met a vet she didn't try to bite immediately. She leap out of the cage prepared to attack preemptively! Only Joerg Meyer was so much of a bunny friend that she actually liked him.