We were there for our annual checkup, which included a fecal sample and vaccinations. Before the vet could utter the word "fecal" Pritch knew something was coming. A vet tech and and I gently wrapped our arms around Pritch while we gave her some treats, and the vet tried to make her move…and all Hell broke loose. Pritch started bucking and squirming as if we'd set her paws on fire. At one point she was practically riding my shoulders in a valiant effort to escape. Okay, time to move onto the vaccinations and return to the fecal sample later.