This week I went to the vet. I hate the vet and all the staff. I got my teeth cleaned. I got two teeth removed because they had cavities. The vet's office gave my teeth to my person, to take home. She said maybe she could make a necklace from them, like shark's teeth.
My people brought me home and I was all wobbly. I drank a lot of water and ate my slurry and then slept all night on the kitchen table, on a pile of mail. Today I am much more lively and so far I ran outside onto the deck, which I am not allowed to do, and then I tried to eat my person's taco.
