Of all the times I've taken Sash to the vet in his almost 15 years I have never heard even a peep out of him in the car, he even likes to look out the window sometimes in the car, so he doesn't mind the car ride. His carrier he's usually laying in before it's even time to go, so all mommy has to do his lock the door, so that's easy too. It's usually not long before we come home and he's back sleeping in his carrier, silly boy.
Now, at the vet's is sometimes a different story. He's very quiet there, I just have to try to keep him on the exam table while we wait for the doctor to come in because he keeps trying to jump off the table and get back in his carrier, little brat.
When the vet techs check his temperature and weight he's usually very good. Then we wait for the doctor to come in, at first he's fine, but once she starts feeling around his stomach and touching him more then he starts to growl and will sometimes swing at her and hiss. He's not too fond of when she checks his teeth either, that usually makes him growl and hiss again.
After that, they usually let him calm down a few mintues before they come to get him to take him for his bloodwork. This is the time I'm usually a nervous wreck waiting to see how he'll do when they try to draw blood. Sometimes he's very good and sometimes not so good. There have been times when the vet tech has carried him back in and they say he was very good and there were a few times they had to muzzle him because he totally freaked out and scratched the girls there.
So, we just never know what type of day he'll have there. But overall, I guess he's not as bad as some, but not as good as some of your angels either at the vets. I do feel incredibly guilty though and it makes me feel so bad when he has a bad time there, terrifies me to ever have to put him through that again.