I feel bad, promoting kittahs while my auxiliary dog is at the vet for to have his wobbily-dangleies made wobbled and gone. Truth is, I had nothing to do with it. The wife made the appointment and took him down to the vet. I pretended to still be asleep when he jumped on my head this morning and informed me, "Guess what? I'm going for a ride!"
Dog One had already taken that ride so he pretended jealousy, "Oh gee, wish I could go, let me know how that works out for ya." Then he rolled around on the floor laughing once they were out the door.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Posted by lumberjack at 1:00 PM