April 9th 2009 8:25 pm
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Today was a bad day.
I didn’t get breakfast, and I had to go to the vet. I love Dr. Stacey and everybody at Caring Hands Vet, but this time I got a “dental.” Which in human language translates to knocked out and tortured with sharp instruments.
I had to get poked multiple times since I kept moving when they were putting the needle in my left front leg. Then it had to go in my right front leg. I kept a-wigglin’ so finally it had to go in my back paw. So now I got bald shaved parts on my pretty brindle fur. And I refused to take the pain pill, so I had to get an injection. Ptooey. No pills for me.
I am now on painkillers that are making me goofy. Mom says it might have messed with my “depth perception.” I don’t know what that means, but I fell off the porch, pottied on my very own foot and fell asleep with only my tail actually on the dog bed.
Luckily mom has been extra snuggly during my ordeal, and I got a special dinner of chicken, ground beef and rice. I didn’t get very much though, cause I’m still a little queasy. Apparently barfing is frowned upon. (Mom has lots of weird rules like that.) I’ve been wandering around the house whining pitifully to let mom know how tough I have it. She’s a sucker, so I am getting near constant belly rubs and scritches.
Still… if you hear your people talking about a “dental”… RUN. It’s even worse than a “bath.”
Love,
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