Monday, June 23, 2008

Uh oh. I'm in the purse but I don't think I like where it's going. This is a vet's office. They are going to stick me. They stuck me. They promised it wouldn't hurt. But it hurts. Now they want to give me a treat. I don't like their stinky treats. I'll ignore them; maybe they will leave me alone.

1 comment:

amylaugh said...

Mrs. Beasley, I hate it when we go there, too. I think that they are only tricking me to get my stupid fingernails clipped. I don't need that any more than you need a stick in the skin. that is just stinky. and those treats, I think they buy the cheapest ones they can buy, yuck! At home, we eat the best money can buy, like candy and pizza and stuff we can steal from our people. HEH HEH. They eat some good stuff. I really like ice cream night, sometimes I just sit and lick the air until they give me a bowl with a little bit in it... do they give you good stuff like that??