Ridiculousness has hit a new level. I was ushered to the vet for a dental cleaning. Daddy dropped me off, good thing because he is just much calmer in general about this type of event.
After much discussion, I found myself dozing off at the vet. When I awoke, I was warm, my mouth was sore, and I was in a KENNEL. Clearly my 'status' at the vet was not clearly communicated to the technicians. Try as a I might to rearrange all the pitiful blankets, it was to no avail-I was uncomfortable. I did my best not to bark or make a stink-I just hate when folks do that when they are at hotels or airport check ins. However, I let them know there that the blankets were not to my standard, and lacking the fluffyness I most prefer.
Mommy came and got me. I didn't even lick her. This hot mess has her name all over it. Had she dropped me off, I am sure she would have remembered to tell them about my kennel aversion. She asked like 200 questions of the doctor-Daddy says they charge by the minute so it's best to get out quickly....not Mommy. I am surprised the vet didn't join us for dinner.
Speaking of that, Mommy, you could have heated up the chicken broth that you put in my food. Do you like cold soup? Of course not.
Mommy explained to the kids that they should let me rest, but you know how that goes in this circus of a house. Isaiah flying crap in the air, Ciera running around with some makeup nonsense. Good Grief.
Today has been better. It had to be.
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