Frank Allan goes to the vet
I stayed home from work today... Frank Allan is not doing so good, unless "so good" for you is laying on the ground and making large smelly burps every onece and a while. Ever since he drank the 20 glasses of syrup I had left over from IHOP on Saturday, he's been making noises similar to what my garbage disposal sounded like when I tried to get rid of my Aunt Beth's fruitcake I've had since last winter. It hasn't worked since.
So it was time for a vet for my little bloated beagle. He moaned and groaned all the way there. I always thought that you couldn't get enought of syrup, but then again, I also thought that "acid free" meant the same thing as "edible", and boy did I learn my lesson on that one. Just because a marker smells like chocolate blast, doesn't mean it is chocolate. Or a blast for that matter.
So Frank Allan is at the vet for the night. I'll have to play checkers against myself. On the plus side, I can eat all the dogfood I want without him getting jealous of me. He just can't stand it when I have a midnight "Banzai! Beef" treat and all he gets is some measly Kroger brand.
Catch you later,
Bernard Mcarthy
So it was time for a vet for my little bloated beagle. He moaned and groaned all the way there. I always thought that you couldn't get enought of syrup, but then again, I also thought that "acid free" meant the same thing as "edible", and boy did I learn my lesson on that one. Just because a marker smells like chocolate blast, doesn't mean it is chocolate. Or a blast for that matter.
So Frank Allan is at the vet for the night. I'll have to play checkers against myself. On the plus side, I can eat all the dogfood I want without him getting jealous of me. He just can't stand it when I have a midnight "Banzai! Beef" treat and all he gets is some measly Kroger brand.
Catch you later,
Bernard Mcarthy
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