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Because I said So!

Oh that Vet!

As much as I love going on a ride in the car I should have known something was up when Storm didn't accompany us. First off, what a short ride and none of the usually fun such as windows open, driving past the park, none of that. And there it was the huge horse painted blue with pictures of all of his victims....The vet . I should've known, mom told dad last night about a 10:30 appt. But I figured maybe she was talking about an appt she had for work, a new listing, or perhaps a closing which always makes her happy, but no, I'm such a fool! So we ventured in and right away Dad is on the defensive with me, making me pretend I'm a show dog or something, having to act all prim and proper. All I want to do is say hello to everyone and Dad acts as if they aren't even there, he is so unsocial. So we waited and waited and I could feel the tension setting in, my body stiffining with excitement and my nose dripping because of the beastly smells in this place...his dungeon I like to call it.

And then they called my name and right away I know what's going to happen, he is going to stick that thing up my butt as soon as dad lifts me up on his cold metal torturing table. Oh dog, here it comes....

Wait a second, what's going on, he's not making me get on the table, in fact he's smiling at me and talking to me real pretty, what is happening?
Oh, there it is, the needle, nothing up the bum, but my dog, look at the size of that thing! At least I'm not on that table.

Oh Dog, please make it so I never have to come back here again, why oh why are they so cruel?