First Rain, Now the Vet
My fancy new vet collar
Yesterday I went outside and was disappointed to find pouring rain. Today I went outside and was disappointed to be taken straight to the vet. What is this, I’m a border collie! I got put into a car at 7am and dropped off at this scary place. Sure, it seemed great at first because I got to greet many people and charm them with my remarkable sitting skills. I also got to sniff around a curious box with a meowing sound. That’s when things turned from good to bad.
Suddenly I was asked to stand on this strange silver platform. If there’s one thing Veruca Salt has taught me, it’s not to just jump up and sit on a scale. So I did what any rational dog would do - I made my body go limp and forced David to awkwardly lift me onto the scale. The lady behind the counter announced “39.5″ which I assume means I’m a good egg - because the bottom didn’t open up and drop me into a pit. I proudly walked off the tester head high glowing with pride. “Good luck with that one,” I scoffed at the meow box.
A woman in a blue shirt came over with the false pretense of congratulating me on my score. Excited I wagged my tail and pushed my head against her. She took my leash from David and began to walk me to what I assumed was the trophy room. I pranced along with her until we got to the entrance and began to hear barking dogs from every direction. I turned around and David was waving when I realized this was no trophy room…
APPARENTLY for passing the egg test you get put into a kennel for 6 hours and given all kinds of shots and tests. Weird people come in and put their hands in places they shouldn’t be - I’m pretty sure I have a lawsuit. It’s a little groggy, but I do remember something about a microchip being put in me. Oh and my long nails are suddenly shorter. What I do remember specifically was them taking me out around 3pm for what I believed to be another test - and instead seeing David ready to take me! I got so excited I peed all over the floor. Oh well, that’s what they get!
A delicious squirrel cookie
The good news is when we got home David gave me a delicious squirrel cookie. I don’t believe it is as good as the squirrel I will eventually catch, but it was pretty tasty nonetheless.
I like squirrel tail the most
I’m so sick of squirrels waving their bushy tails in my face I decided to eat it first. Of course, it turned out to be the best part of this little treat.
Ok I’m tired from a long day of vets and cookies. I’m off to sleep in a dog bed I’ve recently taken over from the brown one.
razz