December 9th 2011 1:23 pm
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Lexie: I was a little miffed when Mom left with Buddy this morning and wouldn't let me come. She said I wouldn't like where they were going. Turns out they were going to the vet to have Buddy's nails trimmed. Yeah, I don't need to get in on that action. I just let Mom trim my nails. I save her time and money. I'm good like that.
Buddy: Well, I was all 'cited to go on a secret mission wif Mom, so I din care or din hear or din listen - whatevfur! - to where Mom said we was goin'. I jus heard her say "Come!" and I did! And do you know where we went?
Lexie: I just told them where you went.
Buddy: We went to the vet! Phooey! And I peed outside but Mom still picked me up like a baby dog when we got inside. Then she tol evfurrybody that she would hold me cuz I would pee on stuff if she din hold me! How hoomiliatin'! Geez, if I couldda jus gotten down on the floor an sniffed 'round. It smelled like there was a lot of stuff to read down there. I could have at least marked a little bit to let pups know I was there . . .
Lexie: That's why you don't get to get down . . .
Buddy: But then this guy came out an talked all nice to me an said I was cute, which I know I am, an he took me in the back room an then a lady an him held me an the lady clipped off all my toenails!
Lexie: And I heard Mom asked how you did and they said you did just fine. Mom couldn't believe it, knowing how you act like the world is ending every time she tries to trim just one of your pathetic talons here at home.
Buddy: An then Mom hadda give those peoples some monies an then they laughed at my leash cuz it says somethin' 'bout one-a us not havin' any balls an' I know that hasta be Mom cuz I have balls at home.
Lexie: And then Mom came home and said I was next. I'm like, "What?! I always let you trim my nails!" She said I had to get some things that were overdue, like my distemper shot, an internal parasite screening (thank the dog they don't go inside you to do that - they just look at your poo) and something else about making sure my heartworm meds are doing their job. Dr. J did my exam and said I need a dental. He told Mom to save up because there is an end-of-winter special every year in February on those. Sigh.
Buddy: You get to get a dental? Why don I get a dental? I want one too! Are they tasty?
Lexie: You can have mine. You deserve it.
Buddy: That is really nice-a you, Lexie. You are jus full of the spirit of the seasoning!
BOL! You pups are just TOO MUCH!
ROFLOL.....Miss Lexi, your age and wisdom leaves you miles ahead of our fun lovin' pal and your furbro Buddy....
I don't think, he can get up early enough in the day to get one over on you???But then, your a gal and GALS rule!
I almost forget that his name is Buddy. I'm so used to hearing Mom call him "Dork" that his real name is becoming unfamiliar . . .