Hello, everydoggy!

Last night, Mom and Daddy tricked me a little bit. You see, Daddy got all smiley and said, "You wanna go to the VET?!" Well, that sounded like fun, so I tore down the stairs, we all got in the zoom-zoom and headed out.

Well, doggies, I have to tell you something. "VET" is not the same things as "PARK", "BEACH" or "CACHE". "VET" is hoomin-speak for TED (The Evil Doctor). So if your hoomins ask you if you want to go to "VET", just bark "NO!"

Now, acshully, my TED isn't all that bad. He's furry gentle and kind and I can tell he likes me. But he keeps poking me with things. Last night he boosted me with limes. I don't know what that means, exactly, but Mom says we can go romping in the woods now without worrying about being ticked off. Or something. I dunno. Hoomins are weird.

Yesterday I pulled a fast one on Daddy, too, so I guess we're even. On the table behind his pooter seat in his office, he had left some nummy clucky bones! Well, since he was busy looking at his pooter, I saw my chance! I furry quietly snuck up behind him and snatched the bones right from the plate! He never even noticed until he picked up the plate to throw them out! Mom's got a "stubbed-ub-node" (she says), so she didn't smell it on me, and thought it was my chewie she saw me carrying in my mouth.

Well, doggies, I ated the nummy clucky bones. And Daddy and Mom got mad at me and furry worried. TED said last night that I was probably okay, but I guess clucky bones are a no-no fur us doggies because they can splinter, or choke us. Too bad, because they tasted good! But I'll prolly never have them again because Daddy is being furry careful from now on, he says.

So that was my fun yesterday! Oh, and if the nice lady from TED's office is reading this right now, I'm sorry I wasn't furry friendly to you when I was leaving, but I had to get out of there! I was afraid TED was gonna boost me with lemons next. (wagwagwag)