ME: Hey, buddy.
Are ya still mad?
SILVER: Don’t look at
me.
ME: Listen
Silver, it was wrong of me to tell you that we were going to Husky Fantasy
Land. I made that up. There is no such amusement park teeming with rabbits and
deer and bacon-filled lakes. I apologize. But there was no other way to get you
in the car so we could go to the vet for your nails to be trimmed.
SILVER: Just drive.
ME: But I have
to tell you that I was kind of impressed when you freaked out. Most dogs can’t
read “VET” on a building like you can. And you were very good. It only took
three of us to hold you still while they clipped your nails this time.
SILVER: I’m glad you’re
impressed. It’s all that matters. It really is.
ME: Hey it could
have been worse. Remember what they clipped that other time you were at the
vet?
SILVER: I will kill you
tonight. And with my nails clipped you won’t hear me coming.
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