Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : A trip to the vet
Dingo Dog: What was that?!
Fat White Dog: The sound mom makes when a cat digs it’s claws into her thigh. Why are you so jumpy?
DD: Mom left me!
FWD: She took you to the vet for tumor removal.
DD: They shaved my back!
DD: It’s winter!
Mom: What the %&$*?
DD: Is she looking at the vet bill again?
FWD: No. The Tiny Terror pushed your medicine off the table.
DD: That’s the scary rattling sound? It’s traveling all over the house.
FWD: And mom is trying to chase it down.
DD: Is mom punishing me? Did I do something bad?
DD: YiPyIp…OMG! What did I do wrong?
FWD: You walked in the door as a puppy.
Mom (petting DD head vigorously): Dingo, sweetie pie. Are you all right? Does your booboo hurt?
DD (curling up next to a warm human tummy): Maybe mom loves me after all.
FWD: Whine…whine…whine. What am I, a Christmas ornament?
DD: You need therapy.
FWD: You’re right. I’ll go roll in some dirt.