Vet Day

I am at my lowest point. I just got back from the vet and they hurt me. I hate going so much that I just want to die rather than go. To top everything off my dad called me a candy ass. I think candy is good, but I am pretty sure that ass is bad. Now I'm on a real diet and it sounds like life is going to suck for a while.

I thought I was being good and low keyed in the car, but I was mean mouthed for curling up and trying to hide. While we are the vets mom made fund of me for being scared, but she doesn't understand how it hurts and how I hate it. I hope never have to go again, but she will probably make me go back and get my teeth cleaned.

I better run now, I hear them coming in and I don't want to get caught complaining. I have it pretty good here, but it could be better without the vet trips.