I know today is just half done, but it's been awful! Mama took me to the vet! I hate getting stuffed into my carrier for a trip to the torture chamber. I had to get wrapped up like a burrito for my nail trim and then get my mouth pried open so the vet lady could check my teeth. One of these days I might bite her. Vet lady said today was "spa day" because I got my nails done. Yeah, right. When was the last time you got sent to a torture chamber, lady? And that's not all. Vet lady had the gall to say that my weight is "creeping up". How very rude! *THUMP* I really should have bit her, because now I'm going to get less bunny cereal in the mornings, and I LOVE my cereal.
As if this morning wasn't rotten enough, Mama has class this evening. I'm very mad at her right now, but when she doesn't get home til late, then I don't get my supper til late, and I get less bounce time. I am NOT a happy bunny!
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I am sorry you had such a yucky day, Dylan. My Mom says she is going to take me to the vet because I keep throwing up my breakfast. And it is very very very rude to comment on someone else's weight; my vet says that I am "rather chubby". Why doesn't he just say it-he thinks I'm fat. I am not fat. I have big bones.
I think I'm heavier because I'm wearing my winter coat. That's alot of fur.
I'm sorry you throw up your breakfast. I throw my bowl with my breakfast in it, but I don't think that's the same thing.
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