The problem is never knowing where you will end up when you are taken along for a car ride. Often it is a nice place, like the riverside, a park or even an interesting car park with lots of smells. Yesterday I found myself at the vet´s again. She poked me and checked me all over, weighed me and told them what I know, that I am well healed and fine, but also that I am now too fat. Then she gave me a biscuit, which I refused to accept until we were on the pavement outside.
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So glad you are fine, just cant please these vets can you.
Mom, have a look at Ulster Weavers, they have a range of shopping bags etc, with poor dog looking out of a car window with the caption "park not vets", just what you and Tess need.
Hi Tess, great news that the vet has said you are well. Personally I'd ignore the comment about weight. it was obviously a joke, or why else would she give you a biscuit?!
Love Roddy Black Lab.
P.S. Off on my holidays with 'mom and dad' on Saturday. We are coming up to Sutherland. Will keep an eye out for you. xxx
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