This is Max:
They took us to the vet today. Sheba the blockhead keeps thinking she's cute and barrels into me so much she sprained my leg. (Aren't there any delicate, sweet female dogs around - I had to get this locomotive!!)
Then I got a thermometer up my hiney. They wanted to check my temp in case I had Lyme's disease.
That was not fun. Why don't you check Sheba's hiney? Why do I have to get punished?
All they did to Sheba was draw blood to check for heartworm.
We got a lot of treets. That was fun.
And we saw some nice wiggly dogs in the waiting room who wanted to play. One of them looked like Toto. Sheba growled at that one when Ma petted it. Mom was not amused.
Sheba heer:
Wnt for a ride today. Allways woree bcs not sure if am being takin to shelter.
But mom wus singing in car
Mom wood not sing in the car if that wood happen
She wood cri
So I had to watch the vet take Max's temprature
I trid not to laff
He is nice to me but u know dogs can be lik pipples sometimes - dopey
Mom promised chiken parmijon as a treet.
That made the morning very happy - a ride, seeing Max cross hiz eyes, good food for dinner
We got organic chiken brest instead - wish she wood just let us hav the gooee fat sometimes
What is organic anyway? Is it something that makes musik?
O, that dog Max sed I growled at - wuz just cleering my throat!
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