Waiting room blues
Ok so I'm still limping really bad and today is my appointment at the vets.
I nearly yelped the house down earlier when my hooman tried to check my paw
I do not like being at the vets, it's really scary, you never know whether you're going to be prodded, poked or both and they make you wait ... that's the worst bit -you know what's coming but the door is shut and there is no escape.
But hang on, didn't I not just WALK to the vets? Huh?
So that means I must be OK then and I don't need to go and see him?
Anyywayys
I was actually as good as gold but as he held my leg backwards at a rather
strange angle, I could hardly misbehave AND he made my hooman hold my head so
I'd bite HER and not him (the vet is very clever)
And the verdict?
Amputation of my leg? Toe chopped off? A plaster?
(DRAMATIC PAUSE)
I have exposed my quick *coughs and looks embarrassed*
But look it wasn't a total waste of time ... I mean it was a day out? Wasn't it?
My hooman's are not impressed, they thought I might have glass stuck in it or something.
*holds paw up*
No comments:
Post a Comment