Woe is me.

Pooches, who knew?  This morning in a surprise move my womanservant invited me to hop in the Hybridmobile II while my manservant was on his morning run.  I cheerfully waved goodbye to Starlight and settled in the back seat looking forward to spending the day at my womanservant’s office.

When the Hybridmobile glided to a stop I looked out of the window and was surprised to see that we were not in the customary parking garage.  It wasn’t long before I realized that we were in the parking lot of my vet!!!  Yikes!

I fought valiantly to resist but the dozen or so of vet personnel finally overpowered me as my womanservant fled in terror.  Pooches, it was horrible.  In a short time the vet came toward me with at least a five foot needle.  I don’t remember anything after that until I woke up in one of the vet’s jail cells.

I finally began planning my jailbreak when I heard my manservant talking in an adjoining room.  Hooray!  He had come to demand my release.

Pooches, we’re back at our den and the ordeal has left me tired and sleepy with a sore mouth.

Woe is me, pooches, woe is me!


I don't get no respect.

I don’t get no respect.

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