Oooooooooooh, I just know everyone will want to touch me
October 4th 2006 8:09 am
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Alright. I have not written in my diary for some time and now I am writing to complain. Mom took me to the vet for my "check up." What's to check up? I'm handsome, have a great big, fluffy tail! I didn't like it last year and I didn't like it this year and I know I won't like it next year. I don't get why she keeps taking me. I tell her in no uncertain terms that I do not wish to go. We saw a different man this time. He poked and prodded and gave me *gasp* a shot!!!! I sure wish I knew what was in those syringes before they get stabbed into my flesh! Then, mom asked if he would trim my nails. Oh yes, he said. Rats!!!! I was so mad at my mom when I got home, I didn't talk to her for hours. She knew I was mad too. I left the room whenever she came in, scooting by her really fast. Then, she took out a comb. I LOVE to be brushed and combed. I tried my best to resist the temptation, but the lure of being combed was too strong. I gave in and let her comb me. Of course, I kept almost out of reach so it would be really a stretch for her, but I figured she should work hard to make up to me for the morning's horror. After about 10 minutes, I totally melted and hopped in her lap so I could get a nice, proper combing. I am such a pushover!
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Spike, In loving memory