I'm Bad

Hi folks! Brigitte here. I have hijacked the blog today in an effort to present evidence to prove that  am not this goody two shoes Wilma tried to make me out to be on Fridays post. Granted, I like to point out when unsafe (Cosequin party) or unsanitary practices (pee spots) have been perpetrated, but listen...that whole Friday night debacle is ancient history.

So, on Friday, I set out to show Miss Wilma just what a bad ass I can be.

It was our visit with Dr Erickson for acupuncture and chiropractic.

Ordinarily, I am a very well behaved, cooperative sweet girl when I go for my treatments.

Not this day!

Nope. I was a real jerk. I squirmed, and snarfed. I wiggled and jiggled.

Alls I let her do was my adjustment. That's right, no pins.

That isn't even the best part of my story though.

Guess what...

When it was Wilma's turn,

she was a total kiss up.

She nuzzled up on Dr Erickson, all kissy face and gentle. She totally cooperated with her acupuncture without kicking out any pins like she usually does. Dr says it was probably because she really needed her treatment this time. But I know different. She was trying to show me up, and also remind Dr Erikson how much she really loves her.

 Here she is in the car after our appointment all pensive and reflective.

So there you have it folks.

Wilma can't be all bad all the time, just like I am not all good all the time.

Here's some pictures of the cows we visited on our way home.