While FatBoy was out, I was web surfing, and found this site: Sam ... World's Ugliest Dog

Yeesh! That is one U-G-L-Y mutt.

Jill Bob sent FatBoy an email with some Cat Haiku: how revolting. He laughed, but I didn't see the humor.

Since I recently learned to use A9, I easy found some Dog Haiku that's much more on target. Maybe I'll write some of my own?

Dammit, Janet! FatBoy tricked me - again!

Here he was, praising me and telling me what a Good Girl I am, then he leaned over and <squirt> he put that flea stuff between my shoulder blades, where I can't reach to lick it off. Argh!

Then, he tricked me again by offering a treat, which turned out to be that heartworm prevention pill. It tastes like chalk! I know it tastes like chalk because I used to eat chalk when I was young.

Oh well, what's done is done. I'll not fall for this trick again next month! (or will I?)

Arooooooooooo!!

Bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark.

<pant pant pant>

Bark bark bark.

<fart>

I thought FatBoy was taking me for a ride, but we ended up at the vet. Apparently I weigh 83.5 pounds now.

The vet's a nice enough guy, but I swear he keeps that stethoscope in the freezer before listening to my heartbeat. He then took me to the back room (out of FatBoy's sight) and took a blood sample (something about "heartworm test"). Then, he stuck me with needles - 3 times, then poured some liquid up my nose (yeesh - I hate that!). He pointed another instrument in each ear, then yet another instrument to check my eyes.

I guess I'm healthy, since he let me leave (after FatBoy signed something - what's a Visa Card, anyway?). Now, I'm back home and feeling just a little woozy .. time for a nice nap.

Across the street, a yellow van pulled up to the neighbor's home. I hadn't seen that one before. On the side, it says "Soggy Doggy Mobile Dog Grooming". Hmmm. I wonder what they do?

For the past several years, I've seen a purple "Pet Love" van stop by once every few weeks.

I wonder how hard it was to change the van color from purple to yellow?

something must be up: today, FatBoy put 3 Hawaiian leis around my neck. There's one of each: red, blue and white. Then he stood back to look and laugh at me, like he'd accomplished something spectacular. What a putz!

a new human came by today, and she smelled of Another Dog. I think she told FatBoy that she had a German Shepherd Dog at home, but I could be mistaken. I've learned to be careful when humans come into the house, and they're armed. Still, she didn't look like she wanted to hurt anyone.

I tried to jump on her, to show how much I wanted to play, but she seemed to be All Business. When's FatBoy gonna bring someone home that I can just play with? Harumph.