Saturday, March 17, 2007

Uh-oh!

I can't be sure, but I think I understand mom and dad saying it is nearly time to go to the vet. Every year we have to go and we get poked and probed and always end up on a diet. It sucks and I hate it. Last year I tried to disappear in the car on the way but they found me and I had to go in.

I saw the card that came in the mail and I am going to try to get it and get rid of it, but I know mom will remember. I'm fine. Why can't I just stay home?

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