Saturday, February 17, 2007

Breakfast delayed!

Well, yesterday started off confusing. They fed The Boy, and not me. I looked at them with my best puppy-dog eyes, and they seemed sympathetic, but still didn't give me any food.

Then, after The Alpha left for work, The Typist and I left The Boy all alone and went for a ride in the car. I rode shotgun, but with my special harness on that hooks into the seat belt, of course. From the beginning it was obvious we were heading vetwards. And, sure enough, we got there. I think it's plenty just to get there and then walk back out the door and go for another ride, but The Typist never seems to feel that way.

How are you today, Cub? asked the nice lady. Asymptomatic, said The Typist. Which was funny to the thumb-havers.

So, I had to sit on a flat thing while they looked at some numbers, which they seemed to like (wow, just under 50! still svelte!). Then the nice lady took me back to the little room where they poke me with a needle. Which really wasn't too terrible, and didn't take very long. The Typist barely had time to do even a row of knitting when they brought me back out and said how good I was. Because I am.

Then The Typist and the nice lady talked some more, and The Typist handed her plastic card to the nice lady, and then the nice lady remembered I hadn't had any breakfast and came around the counter with three treats!!!

And when I got home I had to take my pill and wait another very long time between the pill and breakfast. But I did finally get fed. And this time it was The Boy giving the sad puppy-dog look and not having anything put in his bowl.


zorra said...


Mom and I are glad you're doing OK.


DogBlogger said...

Thanks, Amie. The thumb-havers still seem vaguely concerned, but I don't know what for. I feel like my perky self!

Also, right after I blogged this, they gave us baths. So now I'm really shiny and fluffy, but I took a nap, so now I have a case of bed-body. (Thumb-havers only get bed-head. Not fair.)

Sunny Dog said...

Baths are bad. They get you all wet. That's why it's best to run away whenever they turn on the water in the water room.

St. Casserole said...

I read your blog and I am a cat.
I saw your blog at Molly's blog.


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Matt said...

Great stuff!

Molly said...

Cub, are you feeling okay?
I have to go to the vet tomorrow for my hurt toenail. I hope I get breakfast first.

Art said...

It's really amazing that you have not only dogs and cats commenting on your blog but a 300+ year old priest! What's next, commenting zombies??? :)