May 1st 2012 9:29 am
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What makes Bob think he’s so special? I mean, Tony and I are up early, so what makes Bob think that he can sleep ‘til noon—or even ‘til dawn? I go up to the bed every morning and stick my nose in his face, and he just rolls over and tries to ignore me. This morning, I even jumped up on the bed and tried to push him out. I finally gave up and just lay beside him for a few minutes, but when Tony had to leave for work, I put my paw down and demanded that Bob get his you-know-what out of bed. Now that he’s up, I think I’ll go back to my kennel and take a nap.

I finally got to meet Bob’s vet today. Uh…well…I guess humans call them “doctors.” Anyway, you may recall that I wrote previously in my diary that the doctor had told Bob he could bring me to the office, but Bob was concerned that I wasn’t disciplined enough at the time. Well, I guess I showed him who’s disciplined and who’s not. I was a perfect little angel in the doctor’s office. OK, maybe not perfect, but 99%. The doctor was very nice, and he seemed pretty smart too. I wonder why he became a doctor instead of a vet. Maybe his grades weren’t good enough to get into veterinary school.