"All right. I won't carry you this time", I agreed, trying not to be upset. After finally agreeing to basically preserve his pride, I went on with my job. Of course, the fact that he insisted on moving his head did not help much. I had to hold it with one hand and work only with the other one for a while. Only when I was done, I let him go. I knew he hated it, but it was necessary.<br/><br/>Allowing him to get off the table on his own, I went to wash my hands and closed the door, undressing to change into clean clothes - I was happy I always had a change ready at work. "I'm gonna change into something clean and we'll go home, puppy. But please, just behave and... don't get hurt again. If at all possible."