I keep hearing my Mom and Dad talking about something that is going to happen tomorrow that I KNOW isn’t going to be very much fun for me. Even if it IS good for me.
I am trying not to think about it but I just can’t get it out of my mind.
I have to go to the vet and see “Dr.Smiley” He is going to try to make me smile like HIM!
I have to get my toothies cleaned.
Mom was lazy about doing it but “Dr.Smiley” said that even if she had done it that dogs like Shelties with narrow snouts (hey! stop making fun of my snout!!) tend to develop tartar. He said mine isn’t bad at all but it needs to be taken off.
Mom is nervous because on my last blood test my BUN numbers were a little off. (I don’t even EAT BUNS!!! I smell ’em, but I don’t eat ’em!!)
She has to go with me in the morning and try and collect some of my pee-pee in a container. (pretty rude to follow someone around with a container when they are peeing don’t you think?). She is nervous about that (she is nervous about EVERYTHING but this is her latest fixation)
Mom wants to know if any of you have ever had to bring your doggie’s pee to the vet?
Anyway, I’m not happy. I don’t get to eat after midnight. The good part is Mom isn’t letting Cody eat either until my Dad gets me ready to leave. The bad part is we all have to listen to him caterwauling until we go. He is relentless about his food.
Enjoy the video Mom and I found. When I come home I am going to be good about brushing my teeth like this doggie is.
I would love it if you could try and calm my Mom down (I know that is a nearly impossible task but please try, ok?) The rest of us that live with her would appreciate it.
Catch ya on the rebound.
Barks and licks and love,