I was sick over the weekend. I know, bummer, right? First I threw up some, then I drooled a lot, and then in the morning I didn't want ANY breakfast. Shocking, right? I know. I didn't get my girlish figure by skipping meals, no sir.
Then I threw up some more.
Mommy made a vet appointment, and they agreed to squeeze me in, even though they were booked.
Now I know some dogs don't like the vet, but they're crazy. I LOVE THE VET.
First off, I get tons of attention. Which is what I deserve of course. Sometimes I get treats too! And if there's other dogs there, I just tell them to back off, since this is my shining moment.
Anyway, when Mommy took down my leash and collar, well I knew we were going somewhere awesome, so I ran around and teased George and junk.
Mommy then decided I must be feeling better so she cancelled the vet appointment.
Can you BELIEVE that? What a jerk move Mommy, even if I was feeling better.
Anyway, ONTO THE WORDS!!
(the words were a bit sparse this week, so I've thrown in two LOLCats at the bottom to spruce things up a bit)
Dinesses - Duchesses who dine. I want that job. Royalty AND eating? yeah, sign me up
I dunno about you, but I'm not overly grateful for this...
See you next Friday!