Toby and I both had to go to the V-E-T today for part of our annual checkup. I bet you won’t believe this, but I LIKE going to the V-E-T! First we had to sit on this bouncy thing. I got a treat when I did a proper sit. I heard them say I weighed 40 pounds–40 pounds of pure muscle. I’ve worked really hard to be trim and slim. It takes a LOT of running and wrestling and running and running, but here’s the proof!! Not one ounce of fat on these bones.
Then we went into a room and waited for the technician. She talked to Mom & Dad about stuff. See my ears? I was listening HARD. So was Toby.
It was getting a bit boring, so I decided to just wait it out. It was going OK so far. Well, except for one little thing. I’m going to whisper this in your ear, so pay attention. It’s the thing they try to stick in your butt. I won’t have any part of that, no siree. The indignity of it all–that’s what I say. So, guess what? They didn’t!
Then I had to check out this little room. I know there’s treats somewhere. Maybe that’s them in the back.If I sit here and look like a pretty little girl (which I am, by the way), maybe I’ll get some!
That deserved some freeze-dried hot dogs, I think. I managed to get all the rest Mom had in her pocket too! This nice person took me into another room and stuck a needle in my leg. She said it was to test for heartworms. Worms? ICK. Thank goodness I don’t have any of those things. ICK ICK ICK.
But that’s not why I got all the rest of the hot dog treats. They trimmed my toenails. I HATE anyone touching my feet–almost as much as trying to stick something up my butt. And Mom’s always messing with my feet. How would they like it if their feet were constantly touched? Well, I got all the hot dogs and they only got a couple of scratches. I’d say that was a pretty fair trade!
Finally we were done and we got to leave. But not before I checked out the resident kitties. There are two and they like to hang out on the counters.This kitty and I touched noses!