mean mama

I took Vince to the vet this morning, as he seems to have developed some bad elimination habits. He's fine, but I am traumatized; I've never been to the vet before. He was soooo miserable in the car, in the waiting room with the big dog, and being harassed by those stranger ladies. On the way back he couldn't hold it anymore and peed in the carrier and got pee all over his little feet. Now he's hiding and he hates me.

How am I ever going to handle taking human children for vaccinations?