So it's the week of Christmas! Yay! Everyone is all holly and jolly and stuff. Mom is off most of the week, I get presents (I think they bought the whole kitty/present destruction of 2009 thing...ha ha!) and get to go see Granny, Pawpaw and Rebel and....Dr. Vet?
Wait....play screetching tires sound effect....Dr. Vet?
Wednesday Mom and Dad are taking me to Dr. Vet for my "annual exam." The day before Christmas. What the crap parents? You're killing me here! I don't even have time to study! This is supposed to be a time of joy and happiness, not thermometers up my bum!
This has to be like the worst Christmas present ever! But mom said since they got me last year the week before Christmas, that my shots are due on the 23rd. Wait, more screetching tires....SHOTS?!?!
No good is going to come of this...I can tell. Mom also wants Dr. Vet to check out my left front leg. If I land on it a certain way at random moments in time it hurts and I yelp and mom gets all freaked out and worried. I told her I'm fine, but she doesn't believe me. Sigh.
But mom did say since Dad has to work Christmas Eve that Santa may come by the house Wednesday night and give me some presents, then I'll get some more on Christmas day. This makes the trip to Dr. Vet not as bad, maybe. I'll have a full report on how it goes.
Oh, and I'm so jealous of all my yankee friends who have some totally awesome snow!