Talking about needles, I took my Irish Wolfhound to the vet for a small operation on his neck, where a little Terrier had bitten him . It took five of us to lift him onto the vet's table (in those days they were not hydraulic). He was a good as gold though kept very still. I held my Wolfie's huge head so the vet could give him the anaesthetic to knock him out. Finnegan (my dog!) suddenly turned his head, nearly throwing me and the already very nervous vet our feet. As the vet was trying to catch his balance, the syringe filled with general anaesthetic hit his arm and somehow the needle delivered the lot! After a few rather choice words which gradually seemed to become slightly slurred, the vet excused himself and asked me to return the next day, as he now needed a long, long, long nap ... That little anecdote just to put a smile on your faces : )