It's been some tough days for ol roo. First off, the Tigers lost the big game last night because they can't hit free throws. Dad said it would catch up to them and it did. But mainly, bad days are here because it is truly vet time. Well, I am not going to just sit here and take it.
No, I've decided I hate it so much that I am planning my escape. It's not that I want to leave home, but I just can't handle going to the vet again. On top of shots I have to have a physical this time around. It's going to hurt so much that I have just decided not to go.
So if any of you see a beautiful black cat with his hobo pack strolling down the road, that'll be me heading for greener pastures and ones where there is no vet. As for the blog, I'll catch you up when I get a chance.
Bye for now!
Roo
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5 comments:
Oh stop it Rooney! You aren't going anywhere except to the vet. Stop being a candy ass!
Mr. Puppy,
I'd have you come over to my house but I too am subject to an annual vist to the doctor. It sucks! But like I've said before, it sounds like you have it pretty good there so my advice to you is to just suck it up and go gt your vet trip out of the way!
And Mr. Puppy's dad, you need to take a step back and realize how much stress this puts him under. Be extra nice to him at this troubling time of year.
Try to have a great day!
Smokey
Mr. Puppy, you can always come stay here and the amy said that way she wont have to get a new puppy. but if we do you can still be UNCLE PUPPY!
Thanks Smokey and Greg for the kind words. I think I'll just abide and go to the vet. I'll try to keep it together this year.
As for you dad, well I'd tell you to kiss my hairy beanbag if I had one. As it is, kiss my ass!!
You might be going to military school with the Finkelstein shit kid if you keep smart mouthing me.
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