A Trip By Any Other Name

I deu lubbs me a trip!

Going any where wif my the Mom is juss tops.

I go pretty many playces,

so I deu habs eckspecktayshuns,

and I deu all so habs fabe oritts...

but mostly,
I am just habby teu
G-O

And so in my book,
a trip to the V-E-T...
is still a trip what I lubbs!!!

It iss kinda blurry,
but here iss me lighting up the waiting reum
wif my win sum smile!

There whas all so smells teu be in vestigated.

And then the Mom finks I shood demon strate
my CGC training...
So here is me 'settle' ing.

Here is me proofing I can deu it.

And here is me, habby to hear the R word...
'R E L E A S E'

one ob my fabe oritt words really.

It whas kind ob a slow day in the waiting reum,

so I whas habby teu hear my name called...

The Check-Up

And like a well trained boy,

I did hop right up onto the big silver 'box'...

I fought it whas like hopping onto a box in agility,

but this box came wif slight hyeumilly-ashun...

the a nnouncement of my weight.

78 POUNDS

Are Yeu kidding me?

I habs been eating diet feuds and all so working out...
And I habs lost only one stinking pound???

Perhaps we need to re-bisit my a ppearance...

Perhaps I am slender abbter all...

Perhaps my head is bigger than the aberage boy...

Or perphaps I am simply hebby boned...

I recubber from the shock of habbing my weight tooken,
and fink...

Did someone drop some treats here?

And if only the add venture habs juss stopped there, but no...

I habs no problem eckspressing my self from the front end,

butt I whas tooken teu the back reum teu express my self from the back end...

and all so teu gibbs up some samples.

And when I came back, I fought it best teu just...

Be a good boy.

Dogtor Mark did berry soon come in and gibbs me the once ober, a berry forough look see and all so four shots.

Ebbery fing look and all sound good teu him. I did habbs some stuff on my back toofies what he fink cood be tooken off wif a no aunty-feezha toofy cleaning.

I all so did habbs some itty bitty bumpies what are coming and going, and Dogtor Mark look at them all. He say they are 'pustular dermatitis' what are resolving their own self. 

The Mom's Big Fing

The Mom [wheu whorries a bout her sweet boy] posed the question a bout my physical condition and all so the sport of agility in general. My the Mom ecksplained teu him that whee juss wanna deu it fur fun. [Teu tell treuf, the Mom iss berry worried a bout me hurting my self. She iss looking fur reason teu pull me from the class what I habs habbily enrolled my own self]

My the Dogtor Mark pushed and pulled on me, front and back and all ober the playce... and then he said:

• Reufus shows no sign of pain or diss comfort.
• Reufus habs ecksellent range of moe shun.
• Dogs are designed teu be affletes.
• Dogs lubbs teu be challenged in affletick ways.
• If I am ebber injured, agility shood be suspended until I am cleared by my the Dogtor Mark. And this is my only restrickshun. Wheu Heu!!!
• Pawty On!!! [Whell, tecknickully... the Dogtor Mark did naught say this.]

All in all...

A Trip teu the V-E-T...
by any other name iss still...
A Trip!

I lubbs going wif my the Mom teu any where.

I whill trade teu be poked and prodded...

fur staying home a lone...

any day ob the week!!!

Butt... It iss still good teu know that the trolley
is berry most likely heading home!

Home
Second to playces I get to go...
Home is the berry best!!!

The V-E-T bisit made fur a kinda long day.
I whas berry glad teu get home and drowsily embrace my the ebening...