Queenie knew exactly where we were going when we parked our car behind Eastern Market, so she planted herself on the sidewalk and refused to cross the street to the vet’s office. Tim tried to cajole her and bribe her with treats but she wouldn’t move, and it can be hard to dislodge all 70 pounds of her when she doesn’t want to do something. He finally managed to get her to relent, and she reluctantly agreed to see the vet, for another hotspot on her foot that requires daily medication and wearing the “cone of shame” for 10 days.

Weekly procession, posted earlier: