I have a horrible problem that has to do with my sweet little Elvis. He seems to have developed a nervous twitch, bad rash and has been fiercely chewing on his hoofs until they are all the way down to the nubs!!!!! I have been taking him to see Veterinarians throughout the lands but most of them looked at me like I was out of my mind and say “that is not a real pet, that’s bacon!!” I explained to the Veterinarians that he was not food! He is my friend and loved by all! One Veterinarian who was completely insensitive and ox headed at that, had the audacity to make this comment to me “Yeah I bet he’s loved... loved for breakfast, lunch and a very good dinner!” and right in front of Elvis too! My sweet Elvis began to shake and tremble while pushing against the side of my leg as he trotted backwards to hide behind me. I lovingly scooped Elvis up into my arms and kicked open the door of the unprofessional and disgusting Veterinarian’s office. Had I stayed there one more second I knew I would have done something that I would later regret doing. I have a spell book and I know how to use it. I thought this horrible nightmare was over but it just became more terrifying for Elvis as I ran into Clair outside the vet office! First thing out of his meat loving greasy lips was “ITS BACON!” Elvis went ridged and fainted in my arms, I thought for sure I had lost him but he was still lightly breathing which was lucky for Clair. I “Glared” at Clair and screamed "Get the hell out of my way! You! I can Kill!" I then quickly pushed him out of my way, and went on to the next Veterinarian. The Delucia Vet was the only one who’s eyes did not get that sugar glazed look over them when I brought Elvis in. He was very professional and told me Elvis is suffering from Present and Posttraumatic stress disorder. The Vet was ready to call the Britannia ASPCA because he thought I had been mentally and physically abusive to Elvis. He demanded to know why Elvis was fully covered in tattoos. I explained to him that horrible people sometimes come through our home on their way to the abyss and as soon as they see Elvis they say horrid things like "Nummm Bacon or “Nice Hamhocks" and even worse, every time I would take him to town, someone would make comments on how tasty he looks. I also told him about the night I fell asleep at the Luna bank, and when I awoke, folks had given Elvis a full body tattoo without his or my consent. Things have even gone as far as a BBQ pit being built to roast him by EM Drosselmeyer last week at the Luna Bank. (Unfortunately the little “Special” people at the bank kept taking the items EM Drosselmeyer was putting down.) The Vet knew I had not been mentally or physically abusive to Elvis and gave me something to calm him down and myself as well. (Luna Mead, what a wonderful thing….*Hic*….). The Delucia vet suggested that I take Elvis to the best vet in the land, who was located in the Malas City of Luna. I have to say I left there very upset when the Luna Vet suggests Elvis would be better off with less stress. He suggested that we put a pineapple on top his back and an apple in his mouth. Then the Luna Vets eyes also got that sugar glazed over look, and he began mumbling to himself ‘’Bacon is goooood” and something about getting with EM Drosselmeyer to build a better pit by the stable. “….and folks think I am outta my mind” I mumbled back, as he looked for EM Drosselmeyer’s binding bracelet number, I got the hell out of there. Elvis was so distraught when we left the Veterinarians office, shaking in my arms the entire way home. Once we were home Elvis kicked his way free from my embrace and scuttled under the auction table. I have tried everything I could think of but I cannot get him out from under there! I feel so helpless and lost because I am unable to get through to my poor Elvis because of all mental anguish that has been heaped on his little piggy back. Please Help Me! P.s.. Thanks Gareth!!!!!