Well, this week is definitely going downhill.......put into the back of the family truck this morning...are we going walkies??..not on your life. Its up the A38 for an appointment with a vet with very cold hands, just to get stabbed in the back of the neck with a needle to stop me from catching anything unatural from humans that I might meet whilst I am out and about.
This followed by the indignity of being put on the scales to see if I'm putting on the beef!!
I should be so lucky on the scabby brown biscuits that get chucked in my bowl each morning.
...and they wonder why I hover around their plates when they are putting pork, stuffing and gravy down their necks.
Its a good job that I am so even tempered.
I must go for a lie down now as I feel a little weak.
Beau
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