We enjoied the long car ride with my person singing badly and telling me I'm going to get a niice pat and a candee at a place I wud remember. I wanted to count the numba of tall treez along the way. Little did I know I was to be taken to the Evil Vet at Sunset Way and feel quite sickly after.
That's me waitin for my turn outside the damnedClinic Animall Hell. It was nerfracking and I tried to cover my face pretend I'm somwhere els, but I'm kaypoh consernd and needed to look around. A companying me was a curious maltese, a huge goldie and a pretty mongrel. I could relate to the poor british blue gettin examind in the EvilVet's room.
The ordeel happend like a dreem I waz given the poizonus vassine and a tablett. Evil Vet said I way 3.65kg, have long whiskers, teeth okay, am sweet natured mwahaha blah blah and I cant wate to scoot off to get som sleep. But my wocally challenged person first made me wait at the cofeeshop while she hapeely chomped down a chicken cutlet. When we got back I had the chanz to check out the surrounding from atop the car. It waz nice to see how the noizy birds luk like up cloze!
The next 24 hours I felt seek and confused seemed like ages as I recover. I culdnt eat a scrap of food, dint want to play, just lying in my bed dazed and woondered what I deed to deserve such a bad day. My person had the cheek to treem my nailz at the apportunity.I vakely remember I had visitors, tink I saw Elliot and Oscar observing from the door. A somewhat sympatetik looking Oscar sat looking for a loong time, and later gave in to walk over and eat my food. That's what frenzs are fore, be there when you cant.
