I Hate Needles.

Boy, the next time Bracha takes me on a bus in the direction of Haifa, I'm going to get suspicious and start balking when I still can. I've got it all in my head now - a bus to Haifa instead of the train means we are going to Dr. Allison. And that usually means needles. I dug in my paws as soon as we turned into 21 Olive Street, but no go - Bracha made me go in. And I had to have a blood test AND a park worm shot. But Bracha comforted me and gave me treats, and I soon calmed down again. I guess I have no choice in the matter.
Now, the next day things took an even more interesting turn. We started walking from Saba and Savta's house towards the little coffee shop where we usually go, but this time Noach from Beit Oved was walking behind us, and Bracha made sure that I knew to do my very best. And when we got there we settled down at a table and Bracha and Noach started to talk about going on an airplane to America! I thought how awful it would be for Bracha to go away without me, but I soon realized that I was going along! Later Bracha and I discussed it, and she explained that it would be just like the plane ride to Eilat but much longer, and I would have to go a long time without doing "busy". But other guide dogs have done it, so I will, too! ANd when we get there I get to go on stage with Bracha and everyone will admire me, and well, we all know I thrive on that. So it looks like I'll be doing some traveling. And that means getting another blood test. But I guess I'm willing to do that if it means getting on an airplane again and going with Bracha. After all, she will need me in America, too.