A couple times a year, my husband, Matthew, and I put our heads together to strategize.
It’s always a bit of a production getting our dog, Gertie, and two cats, Hilde and Earl, to the vet. If our 3-year-old dog Gertie suspects a trip to the vet is in order, she’ll start flashing big doe eyes and try to slowly slink upstairs to hide.
Baby talk and peanut butter bribes are generally in order…