Daddy was mean to me today…by Rufuz
That guy did stick me,
With a pointy thing in my knee,
They took out some red stuff,
They said it was part and parcel of me…
But daddy did let them,
Have their way with me and more, then,
I got this thing called a shot,
Not like the kind daddy used to drink,
This kind was in the pointy thing,
Boy was I ever thirsty afterwards,
It did conceivably drive me to the sink…
I got a new jingly thing on my collar,
Dad says it was well worth the cost,
Maybe it was only a dollar,
I got to see other doggies, like me they looked lost…
© ed ~ 1/22/05
Obviously your daddy loves you, or he wouldn't care. He takes you to the vet to make sure you're going to stick around for a while, to make sure you're healthy. Don't be mad--ask daddy about prostrate exams, THOSE, i've heard tell, are nasty for human males to endure. :)
A heart-touching write--lotsa (((HUGS))) to make you feel better.
love, your Auntie Karla in Texas.
Don't feel alone you are not the only dog out there today...I feel like one too...but my daddy did nothing to protect me!!
Love Tinka
Take care,
Sherry
cute write about a not so fun experience; but there IS good news: you survived! you were a brave boy, and i am proud of you, buddy!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :(
kissies to make the owies go away....poor, POOR rufie....:(
Daddy loves you, Ruffie, that's why he allows pain and suffering. (Is she kidding???) Also, that new thingy daddy bought you is "suck-up" stuff so you'll forgive him.
Here... let auntie katy give you a big hug. There, isn't that better? (grin) katy xox.
When our Dad takes us to get stuck with that pointy thing, we don't talk to him for about a week. It seems this silent treatment works because he gets so depressed that we won't talk or play with him, he doesn't take us back there for at least a year. Try the silent treatment on him.
Turbo and Chica Blanca