Me and my Mom
September 28th 2012 9:10 pm
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I am 11 and three-quarters years old. Mom worries because I am almost 12. I keep telling her I'm ok, but she decided that I should go have a check-up. She gave me a bath, which I didn't appreciate. I work hard at getting that dead animal smell embedded into my fur. The apple essence is not working for me. Alas, I went to work with mom, always happy to be chosen out of the group of tailwagging, panting beasts watching her every move. I sat in the front seat of the car and felt like king for the day. My blood got drawn early in the day, so it was over quickly. Mom was quite pleased that I'm in perfect health, but I told her so before any of this happened. We could have avoided all of this. Oh well, I got lots of hugs and scratches, so it was worth it. I'll even look past the apple shampoo incident...that is true love, my friends. True love.