Mommy brought me to the V-E-T last week for a "general checkup". They took my weight (5.2 kg or 11.5 lbs), stole my blood (my results were normal) and touched me all over then declared me healthy. I could have told them that, silly peeps! And if only Mommy listened to me, she could have saved all that $$$.
|Whisky : Uh, Mommy, can we go home now?|
Whisky sitting on my lap as we wait for the blood test results
|Would you like a tomato, Whisky?|
Whisky : Ack. Smells icky
|How about a carrot?|
|Whisky : That's more like it! YUMMY!|