You were a younger hybrid, one that people characterized as being 'bad' for vet visits; mostly because you had the children and animal fear of the vet--or so they thought. When in fact, you loved the vet.

Graves had taken you to the vet for your yearly checkup while you were in his arms being carried. You were so innocent and sweet and even let the doctor carry you in as you happily looked around the area. And even as you went into the actual room, you had rolled onto your back, making soft little noises any time the doctor pet you on your head. You loved them.

You only loved them because of what you got. You always got a little sweet treat or a sweet drink at the end, sometimes even a new toy. Graves had picked this veterinarian because of the high reviews; they treated your hybrids amazingly and your hybrid was always happy. So far that was proven true.