Momma came home one afternoon early from work and said "Come on Cora we are going Bye Bye" I ran out of the door so fast I didn't realize we forgot Poppy. Hmm...weird...mommas usually more responsible than that.
Then we reached our destination. I was not happy.
I tried hiding but momma reached back and plucked me out of the carseat.
The next thing I knew I was zipped up in my travel bag and inside the vets office.
Pawlese momma do make me get a pokie!
When she insisted I must I got furry angries.
I tried one last plea.
Rats!
We were called back to an exam room. I was whisked away to the back.
They pokied me. stole me bloods, and a million hours later returned me to my momma.
Once back in the car I let momma know of my anger.
I flew out of my travel bag...hopped...
...in da carseat...
...did...
...a few good...
...shakes...
...and refused....
....to look at momma for pictures.
Upon arrival home I sat on the bed....to show momma how angries I was wif hers. No momma I will not sits wif yous.
and I don't want my picture taken.
To show my real anger I went and got in my crate. My eyes were glowing red.
Moments later momma offered me wet food and all angers disappeared.
-Cora
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