I have to see my dermadogtologist, Dr. Itchy, today. You see, Ive been letting my mom stick needles in me every 3 days for the last few weeks, in hopes that I can be desensitized to some of my allergens. At my checkup, I will get to tell the vet how much Ive stoically, bravely, patiently allowed my tender, fluffy self to be punctured...that I never even whimpered as my sensitive soul was tortured. Even with my sob story, I am sure I will have to endure the assault of the vets thermonstermeter, BUT(T) I shall retain my dignity (barely). I could be scraped and biopsied and aspirated, yet I will prevail. Why? Because I will be utilizing my poor puppy face throughout the doctors visit. It never fails to garner sympathy. Everyone will feel guilty. Then mom will attempt to pacify me. So, as soon as I escape from the vet, I will just happen to flash my McDonalds card that is loaded with potential CHEESEBURGERS FOR ME!!! Mom will play right into my paws. Im such a tricky, dramatic dog. My plan is to order dozens. I am planning a happy, happy meal...
Posted on: Tue, 09 Dec 2014 16:11:26 +0000
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