February 13th 2010 8:06 am
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Daddy took me to my annual vet trip this morning. I hated it. I hate being touched like that. The vet couldn't do a full examination because I was growling too much. I even took a swipe at Daddy! He hoped by bringing me in by myself I wouldn't be as bad. Instead they thought I was worse. Next year they want Daddy to give me a sedative to keep me calm. Next week I'm going in for teeth cleaning. They can examine me when I'm knocked out. OK that sounds a bit creepy. Next weekend the girls go in. Wait until they get a load of Pepi!
Sarge (In Loving Memory)