Friday, April 2, 2010

Da most traumatic event

Here me on da ways to da vets office for my peticure…


Everything looks hunky dory, right? Wells between you and me- I turned into a skeerdy kitty in da waiting room. Just don’t tells nobuddy. I tried to escape but my plan fell through cuz da door was too hebby.



So then I just gots under da chair and just glued myself there. I wasn’t budging for nuttin. Wells, that til they called my name and mum took the leash thinking (she shouldn’t do that thinking bit) I’d come with it-NOT! I showed hers, I stuck to my guns and didn’t move. Unfortunately, she showed me. Mum dragged me out from unders da chair and before I knew it…I was cleaning da vets floor -withs my tummy. But hey, I wasn’t going in dat room on my own free will. You wants to know why? Let me show you exhibit A:


They tries to strangle me. I say call da pawlice, the ASAP, the Humane Society. I just a wittle puppy girl that never gets in trubles


And thens I gets home and tells brudder Albert what went down at that horrible place-he laughed. He says if I had not kicked da nice peoples they wouldn’t had haves to “restrain” me. And then I says to him “look old man, it not happen to you.” And then…and then he says, “ You’ll learn to not be so obstinate”. Whatevers I say, I don’t even know what da word mean. But my nails do look mighty purty and I bets da vet floor looks mighty purty too.

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Peace Out,
Puddles