Yes...here at the Vet's office!
Daddy got his first smartphone last week. Mommy showed him how to dial it--and nothing else. So what did she say when Daddy called her at work and said she was at the vet's office with me? "Take pictures! Just tap the wee camera icon, point and shoot."
Can't a guy get the sneezies without getting hauled off to the Palace of Doom?
It's just seasonal allergies, for Cod's sake. And where's all the baseboard? What kind of outfit is this, anyway?
I don't see you; therefore you don't exist.
Here she is--the Ebil Vet Lady!
You may admire all NINETEEN pounds of me. Pure muscle, ladies.
The "Thing That Shall Remain Unnamed" received my Super-Duper Highly Suspicious (and totally justified) Hairy Eyeball.
The Look of Love.
Thanks Daddy, even though it was a
buttock clenchingly terrifying awful hour I know I'll feel better soon. And I'm looking forward to rassling with you twice a day to take my allergy pill. It's gonna be elebenty-six kinds of fun, I just know it.
XX Sylvester XX