Okay, so I had to go to the vet today. I don’t much like it. I like the vet tech. She was nice. She petted me and told me how pretty I was and then stuck the butt thingie in. So no big deal. I do have a little owie ear but I got medicine for that.
Since I was such a good girl, my two-legged companion said I got to go to this new place called Pet Club. WOW! No make that a BOW WOW! I love that place. Treats on the right. Treats on the left. Treats up high and down low. Treats where I can munch on them. Kevin, he works there, said Pet Club is a candy store for dogs. He must have a dog because he’s right.
Marissa has dark long hair like me. She works there too. I mean how can they call it work when there’s all this wonderful to stuff to eat all around. She said I was pretty. I told her “right back atcha, ” but I don’t think she understood. She gave me lovies and I gave her lovies.
Anna explained that the food was wholeistic. I think she meant it was wholelotta yummy. There were so many kinds. Raw food — does catching a bird in the backyard count as raw food — or would that be a live food. I dunno. Anyways. There were big bags, little bags, cans, jars, frozen food, a wholelotta food. I love food. Not as much as my bestest friend Rose, the Irish setter, but I love food.
Do you remember when Rose met that big, huge, gigantic, tremendous, giant of a four legged companion? I think it was called a “horse”? They have horse food at Pets Club! No really they do. I don’t understand why horses eat it. I mean it kinda smells like grass.
You gotta go to Pet Club. Really.
Kate, the cute one, who needs to take a nap now.
Is it time for dinner yet?