I've taken an instant dislike to my new vet. Why? I hear you ask... because she called me geriatric! So I've got a few grey hairs, and maybe a touch of arthritis and my hearing isn't as good as it used to be and my eyesight is going a bit but geriatric - I'm insulted. What's wrong with mature, or distinguished, or middle aged, getting on a bit or even elderly? I got my revenge though. I looked at her with my big brown puppy dog eyes, head slightly tilted to the right, ears slightly pricked in curiosity.... then peed on her floor! Geriatric indeed. Oh and if you were wondering, my physical confirmed I'm as fit as five year old.
Itchy and scratchy sitting on the sofa is driving me nuts. All I can hear is scratch, scratch, scratch. If it was me scratching like that she'd have me in the bath then covered in flea powder. If she doesn't stop soon I'm going to duct tape oven gloves to her hands when she's asleep.
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