A trip to the vet

Friday I took Sydney to the vet, mainly because she was chewing at her paws. She was fine with the car ride until I stopped the car. Then she climbed into my lap and lay down. We think she was afraid she was changing homes yet again. She was scared of everyone in the vet's office at first, but she got used to the vet -- on the way out, the receptionist tried to say hi to her, and she ran around the desk and hid behind the vet (!). So they gave us some lotion and suggested some other things we can try. The biggest issue, as we knew, is her weight. She should be 20-22 pounds. She's 28. No table scraps for you, missy!