Kismet is busy building a nest for spring mating season (good luck with that one, birdbrain) so while she wasn’t looking I had to tell you the injustice that happened today.
I had to go to the dogtor for my annual checkup so my peeps could make their annual contribution to the vet’s living large fund. Everything was great until Dr Cohen said that I could stand to lose a pound. Now just a second here, that’s less than half a kilo. I learned my lesson, before stepping on the mat to get weighed, next time I’m going to spit, piss and poo before getting on the scale. As Kyla said, “My peeps didn’t raise a stupid terrier”. Cut my rations-no way, you have another thing coming. Or my from perspective, going.