This is me friends from last weekend. I was worn out. Not from running, playing or chasing Hemi or Bacon. Nope not anything fun at all. I had just gotten back home from the three lettered bad place – V.E.T. Before I go further, let me discuss something with you humans. Us anipals know how to spell. You don’t have to spell V.E.T. We know that is the place that we all despise. I mean really. Buy us a drink first. Get to know us if you will before you violate our captains quarters. I’m just saying and I think I speak for everyone on that private matter. So on this date, I was visiting our vet for my yearly shots. How those yearly shots get here so fast! Being a Yorkshire Terrier, I can admit that our breed is a little… how should I say it….nervous about these things. Yeah, that’s the perfect word. So before I get my shots and the doctor feels me up, the staff usually gives me a little Benadryl to cut the edge to calm my inner Yorkie down. So there I was one shot of Benadryl in my rump and I am chilling in my dad’s arms. And might I add, I didn’t bark, whimper and growl at that shot. I was a good boy. So there I am chilling and the lady doctor finally comes in. Mom/dad and the doctor are talking and the doctor tells daddy she is going to take me away from him for a couple of moments. Now comes the good part. As the doctor reaches out to get me, daddy barks and growls at her! Seriously – the dude growled and barked!! Rolls with puppy laughter. For an older lady, the doctor sure did jump pretty high. I was greatly impressed. Of course mom fussed at daddy. I just laughed and got excited for a few minutes…. that is until I saw the doctor going towards my captains quarters. I ended up getting two more shots – again with no barking, growling or whimpering. I was a good pooch mom said. So good that I got to go by the pet store on the way home to pick out a new toy. Daddy on the other hand didn’t get a toy because of his growling/barking.
Dear Bacon – Oh dude. They say that sometimes you have to kiss a lot of frogs to find your prince. Well, I’ve been walking around everywhere and licking different kinds of frogs. I mean, a kiss brings a prince. I don’t need a prince. I just need a man to take care of my beautiful self. And hey, I figured a lick would suffice. But this one tastes funny. It doesn’t taste anything like chicken – I will tell you that. What do you think of my situation? Signed Halli
Dear Halli – Oh my friend. I hate to be the one to tell you this but sometimes certain frogs cause hallucinations. So if you lick one, you might *think* it’s your prince or soulmate when it’s really not. I mean heck, personally I think a lot of humans do the same thing – lick the wrong humans and hallucinate of a wonderful happily ever after life when they know better. My suggestion is maybe quit licking and looking for Mr. Right or Mr. Wrong. You will find the perfect soulmate when you least expect it. I know you will!
Dear Bacon – I work in my family’s veterinary office. I think that I am in the right field. How many anipals do you know that go to a vet’s office and just don’t understand why they are there or what is going on. I’m here to offer my assistance and paw in explaining the situation. You know like a lifeline into the unknown. I think our profession is lost. We need more anipals to work in these veterinary offices – they can definitely be a scary place. Signed Vega, KA (kitty assistant)
Dear Vega – I think this is an absolutely wonderful idea! You are so right. We do need more anipals to work in these veterinary offices. They are scary and I would love to have a helping paw when I visit. Keep up your awesome work my friend!
Dear Bacon – Sometimes you just get tired and want to pick up and move on to your next destination. There’s nothing wrong with that. Sometimes you feel like you need to travel to touch others and make a statement in your life. I feel that need. Cause you know, nobody knows what baggage we carry. We gotta travel the world and the seven seas and touch as many people as we can. What do you think? Signed Hobo
Dear Hobo – I’m just sitting here smiling my sweet friend. You are right. Sometimes you feel the need to travel. Other times you feel the need to come back home. You know what they say – different strokes for different folks. If it makes you happy, go for it my dear friend. I am no one to judge.
.Dear Bacon – You may be too young to remember Mr. Owl so let me tell you about him. Once upon a time in cartoon land, a little boy brought Mr. Owl a sucker and asked how many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop. Well, Mr. Owl licked the Tootsie Pop three times and then bit into the Tootsie Pop thus telling the child three times. Knowing this information, I thought I would really go for the gold and see how many licks it takes to get to the center of that Tootsie Pop. I’ve been sitting out here in the sun all day licking. As you can see, I still have Tootsie Pop and now my fur is smoking hot. What is the moral of this story? If you are going to lick to get to the center, do it in air conditioning. It’s too hot out here. Signed Hot Pockets
Dear Hot Pockets – You poor thing. At least you don’t have to worry about tan lines, right? 🙂 That’s positive thinking for sure. But you didn’t tell us. How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop? The world will never know.
Dear Bacon – Don’t judge. I went to jump out the window and got stuck. Darn this belly. I know you have a belly – I’m not judging by any means – but how do you manage these positions? Please tell me. Signed Garfield
Dear Garfield – Dude, you might want to think about cutting back just a little. I’m not judging, trust me. I mean heck, one time I got stuck behind the couch by my belly and all you could see were my hind legs running in the air behind me. Shivers. A day I will never forget. So just like you, I cut back just a little for future escapades. Be safe my friend. You got this!
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