Yu know things are gonna go frum bad to worser when yu get outta bed, head to the food dispenin area fur brekkie an yu don't get nun. No matter how much I amped up the cuteness, whined, pleaded, threw myself on the floor an made like I wuz starvin, no brekkie. Not efun fur Tux. At least we wuz bein tortured/starved together.
An then it got stinkier when Daddy putted on Tux's halter an leash an Mommy pickeded me up an carted me off to the S-caw-pay. We were both goin to our doom. I did shakey, shakey, shakey in Daddy's lap. Tux kinda chilled in the back.
An then, there It wuz.
The VET place.
Mommy tossed me on the wayer scale thingy. 15 pounds. I guess that wuz ok, nobuddy hollered at me. Tux wuz 49 pounds. Nobuddy hollered at him either.
Then the worker gurl tooked me to the back. That wuz the last I would see of my family. Fur like hours, days, years. Or sumfin.
I can't tell yu whut else happened to cute lil me while I wuz back in the dark, damp, spidie filled cell. It's jus too turrible to rethink. I did get poked with a 8 inch needle. Then I went to sleep.
I did get sum blood stoled. An they did clean my toofers. An yu might not believe this, but I woked up bout haf way through. They tol' me they runned outta the Auntie Set Ick or sumfin. Told me to keep quiet or things would go real bad. They jus kept workin on my lil toofers.
Or maybe I wuz dreamin.
Finally they were done an I got tossed into a cage to re-coop-r-ate.
An affer a Really Long time, the girl got me outta the cell. Put me down an I found Mommy out there waitin fur me. She asked me if I wuz ready to go home.
Well, like, oh no! I had such a fun time I nefur wanna leave.
She did take me outside an I went tinkle fur 'bout half an hour then I went poopy too.
Then we hadta go back in to talk to the vet bout my blood. Sumfin bout my ALP bein a lil high.
Ain't the ALPs mountains? Of course my ALP would be a lil high too.
Ugh, gotta have my ALPs rechecked in a couple months.
Anywho, I got back home an finally got to eat a lil bit of my brekkie, way late in the affernoon.
An me an Tux got sum new bling fur our collars. Ok, it's orange rabies tags. But we're country dogs. We'd look silly wearin sum of that gold an diamond bling like the city dogs wear.
An sorry there ain't no piccies of the whole turrible deal. My Ibone needed to be recharged. No wait, they tooked away my Ibone so's I couldn't take piccies an get them in trubble fur torturin lil me.
An that's the whole honest to dog truth.