Last week we had an appointment at the vet; 4 rabies shots, a BG test, and exams for everyone. So my hubby and I pack 7 ferts into our largest carrier and head for my truck. Now, this carrier doesn't easily fit in the backseat of my kingcab, so I suggested my hubby ride in back, with the kids strapped in up front. Note, the carrier is not visible from behind the truck. While en route, we are stopped at a red light, and a Freeway Service Patrol van pulls up behind us. We here a voice come over the loudspeaker..."Been bad, huh? Have to sit in the back?!" Hubby nodded, and hung his head dejectedly. I nearly fell out of the truck laughing. It's true, the truck is mine, but I'm only a glorified chauffeur for my kids. And hubbies ride in the back! BTW No vac reactions, good BG level for my insulinomic old fart, and everyfert is fat and happy! Julie & the Woozles 21st Century Ferret http://geocities.com/woozle31 [Posted in FML issue 4715]