I've been limping around the last couple weeks, favoring my right rear leg, and it's not gotten better. So the bipeds to took me to the vet, and, um, where was I? Oh, yes, still groggy from the meds. Does anyone have any grog?
They didn't find anything obviously wrong with my leg, but man could I go for some Doritos right now. They took an x-ray, which I think is a guy who changed his name from Ray to something else, but why would he change his name? Ray's a nice name. President Nixon had a hedgehog called Frank.
They didn't see anything obviously wrong, but they're sending the pictures to an expert. At least they could have taken my best side ...
Oh, man, I need to go. These meds are awesome. I'm seeing big explosions of color. There's black. There's white. There's light grey. Ooh, was that infrared?
Perl out, space cowboys. Vegetable rights and peace.
Sheila on Jun 06 at 07:02 PM