Proper Gander

For a start they enticed me in the door with delicious displays of bagged grub.

Then they offered me treats..Well it would have been impolite to refuse.

Then they played with me so by the time I actually got to see the lovely Carol (The Vet) I almost jumped on the table without any “Boss assist”  
AND then I faced this stuff about “Proper weight” and looking stupid carrying a toothbrush round rather than a stick. How could I “Kill” a toothbrush?

It appears I might have stuck my nose (attached to my chin at the time) into something I shouldn’t have, so now I am forced to eat cheese wrapped beef flavoured pills.
Heaven…Just heaven.


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