Flannery Flailings

I went to "Merry Forrest Animal Hospital" today which is named such because the vets who own and run the joint are a married couple - Mary and Forest. Learning this wasn't the only time when I got sick to my stomach. They were all about sticking sharp objects into various parts of me. I got a benadryl shot for my slight tendency to blow up like the stay puff marshmellow man. (The girl almost didn't have them do this precaution as to save her money and give her the added delight of laughing at me. However, her animal cruelty would have been observed by professionals and so she somehow worked up restraint and faux compassion when in the presence of others.)

They said very very kind things about all aspects from my ears (squeaky clean!) to my waist (the vet seemed surprised that I had one. This might be because El Chubbo doesn't) covering all parts of my parasite free self. Evidently, I'm a veritable model of perfect canine-dom. Woof!

The girl was excited to learn that I was born on February 28, 2000. She didn't know the exact date but, ya know, she could have simply asked me. Just think - in 2004 when I turn 28 in doggy years I will finally be older than the girl (who will turn 27).

We'll see who decides when who has to eat, goes out, and uses the bathroom THEN!