a trip to the vet, as told by Shooter Bell Catrow

puppers — Valerie on August 28, 2007 at 8:35 pm

Leaving the house…

Yes, let’s get in the car. Hop to. Open the door please. Quickly, my feet have been on this wet grass far too long. Thank you.

In the car…

Can you please roll up the window? I don’t like how that wind musses my whiskers. Don’t you think I should be driving?

Arriving at the office…

Oh my goodness! We’re here! Please stop the car! You’re not stopping the car fast enough! I remember this place! This is where all of the ladies tell me I’m handsome and rub my chest! Let me out immediately! Miss, you’re not moving fast enough! Let me out at once!

In the waiting room…

Who has been here I know other ladies and gentlemen have been here but I can’t seem to find them do you know where they are where are the other dogs that I must boss around when do I get my chest rubbed have you noticed how handsome I am what is that in your hair let me remove that for you what is that in that cage making that horrible screeching noise?

Getting the vital statistics…

Excuse me! What do you think you are doing? I don’t think that is any business of yours. There is no way you are getting anywhere near me with that. Expect a letter from my lawyers within the next business day.

Meeting with the beautiful and snuggly vet…

Well, hello there. My I give you a kiss? How about a hug? Yes, I do love belly rubs. Oh, yes I know how handsome I am. Ha ha ha, yes I am a good boy. Do you want to slow dance?

The final examination…

You are getting a sample of what? No. Sorry. I save that pleasure for that lady who brought me here. She’ll bring it to you tomorrow.

-Fin-
Tune in next week for Zapp’s story.

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