MET THE VET
I’m back again from the vet.
Bad news: my paw isn’t better enough.
Another pack of antibiotic pills and
another bottle for a bath.
$$$ Ka-Ching $$$
But anyway, I must get healthy
But fortunately not my whole me must take a bath only my paw.
The vet wanted to give me one of this fu**ing cones because I should
not be licking and chewing on my paw .
But I said: NO! No cone on my neck. Never ever…
(they tried to make me to a conehead, but I said no, no, no – my version of the fabulous Amy Winehouse’s “Rehab”)
Staff said that they would make immediately a walk with me after
treatment so I’m distracted and the medication has time to work.
In case of this horrible cone disput I forget to pee on the
vets radiator. Damned!
That’s my personal signature and I’m doing this always when visiting the vet.
As I remembered this we was a certainly time on the move back to my crib.
Staff refused to drive back to the vet that I can make up this. MEAN!
Now I was laying on my sofa, eat a pillow and being angry and pissed.
I hope the medication works and I will get well soon.
And last: I don’t wear a cone. NO!
I’ve made up my mind not to lick or to chew on my paw, otherwise I’m doomed to wear a cone or in worst case I must wear dog boots. They are very ugly – definitely not from Louboutin.
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