I was a little nervous as we got to our destination. I could smell that it’s a vet in Paris. I resisted a bit before going in. Usually I am running into my vets office in London but this time, I am not so sure about these people.
I sat on Mummy’s lap as we waited in the clinic.
There were a couple of punks in the clinic and they tried to tease me but Mummy and I pretended we didn’t understand them. They were there as one of their friend’s GERMAN SHEPHERD had broken a paw. Yes, it sure was this big lame dog being carried around and they wheeled him out in a supermarket cart!
As for me, I had to come as part of my re-entering UK procedure. I needed to be looked over that I am fit to travel – crikey! if I wasn’t I would be dead by now after two flights! 
Then I was given my dosage of Milbemax not less than 48 hours and not more than five days before re-entry. I needed my passport stamped, certified by the vet that I have taken it. In this case, I was force fed!!!! I wasn’t interested, so they forced open my mouth and pushed it deep down my throat! My London vets would never have done that! They would have wrapped it around something enticing! Can’t believe they did that. Mummy was aghast but kept quiet. 
Well thank goodness, we sorted that out! Now I am free to re-enter the UK in three days time!
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I sympathise Miss Darcy. I had my worming tablet today but I didnt feel it tasted as good as last time and kept spitting it out. Eventually my mum found something really really nice an I swallowed it. Love Henry x