Froot Bat Friday

Doods.  Bad stuff happened yesterday.  I hadded to get my teeths cleaned.  It was terrible.  I couldn't have breakfast yesterday morning (and you all know that breakfast is the most important meal of the day).  They stealed my bloods.  I gotted my arm shaved.  I gotted what Dr P calls a "pawdicure" while I was sleeping.  I hadded to spend the whole day at the v-e-t.  And then when I came home, I could only have a little bit of water and 1/3 of my supper.  Because they didn't want me to yack from the sleepy medicines they gave me.  Which means that I didn't get any treats last night either.  It was a really bad day.   (On the plus side because The Mom says I should tell you guys, my teeths cleaned up real nice and they look kinda pretty and Dr P didn't have to pull any of them and my breath is lots better.)

Just look at my arm!  It's bare.  It's chilly here in the Mitten State.  What if my furs don't grow back before winter?

 

This is me ignoring The Mom.  I wasn't feeling very froot batty and the sleepy medicines that they gave me made me feel all weird, so I had no control over my ears at all.  They were stuck in that position for hours.  It was terrible.  Because I wanted to give The Mom my angry ears all night.

Yeah, and the no treats thing?  It was terrible.  But I did manage to swipe a tiny bite of her tuna sammich.  

Happy Weekend, everybuddy!