The momma forced me out of bed way too early this morning. Then she refused to feed me my breakfast. I thought this was all made up for by going for a car ride, only to find out we were heading to the vet. I knew the momma's plan was to leave me there and go to work.
Really? You intend on leaving me here?
So, I made my plea
and ranted and raved until I got my way.
YOU'RE NOT LEAVING ME HERE!!!
I even made my drool turn into foam and I danced and I pranced. And when the vet came in, who, by the way wasn't Dr. Mike... it was a friend of Dr. Mike's. NOT ok with me. Anyway, when the vet came in, he said to the momma "Are you in a hurry? Corbin might be better off if you stay with him during the ultrasound. I can go get set up and we can do it shortly if you can stay."
How was the momma to say no? So, she stayed. We went into the back with Dr. Mike's friend, grabbed Dr. Mike on the way and I had my ultrasound. The momma held me to make sure I stayed still and Dr. Mike kept petting me to keep me happy. Dr. Farrell, Dr. Mike's friend, used his fancy wand to see through my furs to my heart. Turns out, it's stronger than it was in May, but still weaker than they'd like to see it. But, I'm strong enough to have my teethie surgery. After Dr. Farrell took my heart pictures, I got to go home, eat my breakfasts and rest on the couch instead of staying at the Vets all day.
Who, me? Mastermind a plan to make the momma late for work?
Teethie surgery is scheduled for Friday morning.
Tomorrow I'll tell you what else Dr. Mike will be stealing from me besides two teethies!