Newton: Do you want to know why I’m sitting in the tree, looking annoyed?
Because while Ashton was enjoying her Black Friday, I had to go to the vet to get the mats shaved out from under my arms. Don’t I look thrilled about the whole thing? I’m not a fan of coming here for my manscaping.
What do you mean, you want me to come out and get a nice picture taken? No thanks, I’m going to stay right in here until you take me home, carrier and all. If I come out, you’ll subject me to public humiliation.
There actually wasn’t any public humiliation this time. My usual vet was out of town, and the backup vet insisted on taking me in back for my armpit shaving, unlike Dr. K’s usual procedure. The head peep didn’t make a big fuss because she could hear Dr. M in the middle of trying to get a puppy transferred to the vet specialists for specialty surgery, and she felt bad for the vet staff and puppy’s family. So I have that puppy to think for my not having public humiliation this time around. I’m thinking good thoughts for that unknown puppy!
Can we go home to turkey leftovers now?
HEY, I thought we agreed there was going to be no public humiliation about my armpits today!