So, Mom flung us all into the car the other day and headed off to the V-E-T.
Only Brigitte and me had appointments, but the little Sluggy Bee had to come too so he wasn't home alone. It was all pretty routine, we needed some shots, and the first one I got was benedryl.
After they gave me the needles, the vet came at me with an empty needle. I was perplexed, and then she jabbed me in the belly where I was brewing up a little lump. She took stuff out of my lump, examined it under a slide and said it was only a lipoma. A fatty tumor. Mom got all happy, and if I wasn't so hopped up on drugs, I would've been p.o.'d. I mean, what girl wants to be told she has a fat belly?! I ain't got no muffin top! I mean I actually lost a pound, so I don't know where the fat belly comment came from.
Anyway, the ride home was quite a "trip". A long strange trip, you might say.