Today he had a checkup at the vet, poor baby. Nothing too traumatic today, thankfully, and we stopped and bought him some treats to make up for the trauma (because even a good day at the vet involves a rectal probe). When we are at the vet and they ask his last name (which is supposed to be mine) I get all confused and almost answer, “Duh. Baggins” every time. Someday I just might.