The other day on our morning walk Joan took me to the vet. I don't like going there but this time, we went in and the nice lady gave me lots of treats. Yummy treats. And then we left.
Later that night Tim, my favorite neighbor, came over to our house which is really cool!!! He gives me treats so I really like him. I guess Joan is weak and couldn't get a cork out of her wine bottle so he came to help. But the important thing is I heard them talking about me getting my teeth cleaned. I don't know at all what they are talking about - I like my teeth just the way they are - nice to eat my food with.
Yesterday morning, after a fantastic run on the golf course while Joan skied, I got to thinking that maybe the teeth cleaning and the vet might be related. So I got really needy and instead of resting on my bed while Joan read her book, I tried to get up on the chair with her ... she told me I was not a lap dog and couldn't fit on the chair with her. I stood there and stared at her. Then I'd try to get on again or lick Joan. She told me to lie on my bed so I did that...for a while. I'm worried about this teeth cleaning ... is it like getting a bath? My last bath wasn't that bad at all.