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     Wooly had to get his teeth cleaned today. I sure am glad it’s not me. Mom took him early this morning, so I just slept until she got back. Maybe I’ll go with her this afternoon when she picks him up from the vet. I doubt it, though, it is still very windy and a little on the coolish side for me. Hilde looked and looked for Wooly this morning; she hadn’t groomed him yet. She does that every morning–beats me why. When I try it, all I get is a mouthful of hair. She probably knows something I don’t. She is a lot older than I am, you know.

     I had to go to the vet today, what a drag. Mom told me I had to get some shots and some obscene liquid that Dr. Eitelman squirts up my nose. Mom didn’t tell me I had to get a complete physical though. Those are so embarrassing, especially with everybody looking at me. He told me I had to go on a diet and lose some of my gorgeous pounds. He poked and prodded and went to places no human had any business going. I’m not going back, I can tell you that for sure!

     The only upside to this day was riding in the car with mom, and then going to Pet Smart after the Ordeal I was put through. I picked out a red ball that bounces really high and makes a plethora of noises. I think all dogs–maybe some cats or whatnot–should have one. But only after and if they go through what I did!!!