That's right, yesterday I took Chewie to the vet to get the grand snip! Poor little guy, whenever he and I go in the car alone he seems to have a traumatic experience. For example, it was I that took him to get groomed the first time and now it was I that took him to the vet. Maybe he'll start associating me with bad things... It is a good thing that I am the one who feeds him and takes care of him...or else! He is recovering, acting a little funny.
Yesterday he was walking like he had just gotten off a boat, he hadn't quite gotten his land legs.
Sorry Grandma and Grandpa...no great grand pups!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment