Friday, October 20, 2006

Trapped at the vet...

Okay, I'm home now. But this morning I wasn't. I had to go get more needles stuck in me. At least they fed me between stickings, because I wasn't allowed to have breakfast when The Boy was. Instead, The Alpha got me all excited by telling me I was gonna get to go for a RIDE, then he didn't take me when he left. After what seemed like forever, The Typist put The Boy outside all alone (poor The Boy -- but he did get an extra-big treat for his trouble), and we girls went out to the car. For a ride with needles at the other end. Oh, well, I like rides anyway, and I got one after the needles, too, which is how I'm back home!

Upon my return, The Boy sniffed me carefully. All over. Several times. He knows what the vet smells like.

5 comments:

Songbird said...
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Molly said...

It sounds like you were really brave! I hope they didn't take your temperature. That's the worst thing of all, so embarassing!!

DogBlogger said...

Yes, Molly, I was brave!

The Typist told me you've been sick, too. I hope you're feeling better!

zorra said...

What did the vet say? (Or when will the test results be back?)

Molly said...

I'm much better today! I got up on the counter for some macaroni and cheese! So delicious.