Petey took a trip to the vet today.
He was just going for yearly shots, but that's not the point of this.
Petey's the only dog of our pack that doesn't like car trips. If you open the car door Taffy and Bruiser will hop right in. You have to pick Petey up and put him in the car to take him somewhere.
And then he gets to the mean vet's office where they poke and prod him and do all sorts of unmentionable things.
And then he got home.
By this time he wasn't in a very good mood. We tried to take off his collar and he tried to bite us. We got it off anyway.
After we added the tag, we tried to put it on and he tried to bite again, so we left him alone for a while. Jason eventually put his collar back on.
I swear, he's never been like that before.
I'm just going to assume it was the stress from the vet trip that made him like that and blow it off.