Today, Mom took me in to see the Vet. Usually, when I go there, I get to see Betty and I get loving, a bath and lots of attention. Today, Mom pulled a fast one. Suddenly I was up on that steel table with everyone poking, prodding and what the heck was that in my back end? Come on people!
Apparently, I passed and I heard that I don't have to come back until next year. Thank Dog! Next time I come here, I'll be less friendly until I see Betty the groomer, not all these medical people with the poking and the prodding!
