Wednesday, May 14, 2008
My Mama got her car back from wherever it was today. The carport fell on it. I had hoped that since her car was broken, that meant I didn't have to go to the vet anymore. No such luck. The car's back, and I think a trip to the torture chamber is in the plans for the near future. How can I get out of it?
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Maybe if you are good and don't rip up the carpet your Mom will decide you don't need to go to the vet.
My mom gave me new food last weekend, she got it out of a can. I really like it, and now I don't want to eat my dry food anymore. She says I am becoming a "priss" and a "diva", whatever that means.
I've been told I'm spoiled. But I think I'm perfectly good.
My Grandma even told me I have to go to the vet. She said it's necessary.
Sometimes my Mom goes to my vet without me. I thought she was going to ask him to date her and marry her, but she comes back with a big huge bag. I try to check it out but she says "no" and puts it in the closet.
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