Kali and I are chillin’ in our tidier house. I have run up and down the hall several times with Kali close at my paws.
What’s that racket Kali? Oh, its probably dad playin’ in the basement again….I’ll go see. Cwap! She’s taking a long time…I better go see.
What’s Kali doing in that steel prison…called a carrier. Let go, let go!! I’m sitting in my cardboard prison now too. What happened? It’s not time for our yearly check up mom….no, no, no….the year has just started! All I can hear is “blah, blah, blah” from dad. The roads are horrible mom….get dad to take us home…IMMEDIATELY….if not sooner.
Nobody’s listening to me Kali….and I screamed at them. You have sung the song of our ancestors from the moment we left the driveway Kali and nothing.
The car has stopped…I can’t see out the window. Cwap!! Just as I figured…we’re at the vets Kali.
Introducing Dr. Bowman. He is a vet we never have had before. He”s very young.
Get away from me. No, I don’t want to play pat and tickle!
Eeekkkk, get that thing away from me! We can play fetch…I’ll throw the thermometer and you go fetch it! What a rude man….
Dr. No Man says my weight is great and all I have is a bit of tarter on my teeth. I’ll bet he does too….Here let me see..Now for the needles.
I want my carrier NOW…oh thanks dad.
Kali is proud to have her weight taken and is told she is slightly overweight. I am not overweight, I’m voluptuous!
Those needles hurt…where did you go to vet school….I don’t like you!!
TAKE US HOME DAD! Hey, dad listened and is taking us home. I never want to see this man again mom. Where was the good lookin’ vet?….Kali asks. He wasn’t on duty today. You girls are all set for another year. No more car rides or peeps that stick things into you.