Yesterday Stick in the Butt and I went for our morning walk, dragging Bald One along with us. He is really a grouch on these walks. First, we have to drag him out of bed. It requires a lot of whining by Stick in the Butt and scratching from me (I have mastered the art of scratching my face at a very loud volume). Once we get him up we have to get coffee into him. Then after a visit to the bathroom he is ready to go. Rarely does he brush his teeth- disgusting! On the walk, we go ahead on point, dragging Bald One. Humans really should use all four limbs when walking. We head down Menlo Drive and up to the top of the hill. Bald One can barely make it. Then we roll him back down and hike to the pool. We stop for a drink at the fountain- we make Bald One carry a portable bowl- and then it is back home.
I should've known something was up. As hard as we tried, we could not get Bald One up the hill. Skipping that part of the walk shortened our walk by five minutes- that's 35 minutes in dog-time! And when we got home- the leashes did not come off. He hustled us into his car for a ride. At first I was excited- vacation time! But wait, there was no luggage! Stick in the Butt panicked- we were going to the vet! We tried to escape, but Bald One locked all the doors. We cried and we fought him, all in vain. However, when the car stopped, we were not at the vet. Bald One took us inside a building- there were no people but lots of dog paraphernelia all around. It was eerie. Then in came THE MEAN LADY- I fought her tooth and nail to no avail- she drug me into the back room. There I was forced to fight for my life against a mob of humans but in the end I was humiliated. Look what they did to me!
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