Cuz this Boston Terrier comes into the waiting room as I'm on the scale and Mumsie's tryin' to figure out how I gained a pound...(though that's the same scale that weighed Stan at 4 lbs so I don't have a lotta faith in it!) I totally thought it was TANNER, so I went over, but it was this PSYCHO BOSTON B&^%$, with a total attitude. Harumph...I carried on so LOUDLY that it suddenly it was our turn...note to self...if you're waiting too long...PICK A FIGHT.
The vettie had Mumsie hold me and pull my beard back and well, I tried to bite her. Then I tried to bite the Vettie. She (the Vettie) decided to take me to the dreaded "BACK ROOM"...you know the place where they torture you and steal your blood without your Peeps around??....to clean my "wound" and um SHAVE A CHUNK OF MY BEARD OFF. Mumsie said NO beard shaving...(she remembers what Stanley looked like after a session with their razor) but she handed me over to face my BACKROOM fate alone....
THEY DECIDED NOT TO UPSET ME BY CLEANING IT....HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!
Talk about being able to MAN IP U LATE the vettie staff!!!!
Any dogs needing snarling/snappie lessons just let me know.
Barkin' with ATTITUDE...