I was trying to get Dad's raisin bran, but The Mom said, "Puppies don't eat raisin bran, T-Bone." Whatever, lady. I've eated raisin bran before. A whole box. And then you panicked and called the v-e-t and they made me give it all back. I'm still a little hissed off about that.
So far, I've avoided the bath and the v-e-t. But it's coming. I just have a feeling about it. Especially since The Mom gotted one of those postcards in the mail from the v-e-t that says I need to go. Total bummer.