Hello Ladies and Gents, I'm Daisy Lindahl. You know I had a bone to pick last night so now you're going to hear ... the rest of the story...
My humans drove me to a place I couldn't wait to get to...the V-E-T-S office...and as soon as my dad found a parking space I couldn't wait to get in that office! My dad's arm was practically pulled out of its socket but I didn't care! My vet had a bone to pick and I was ready for her help! See how serious I am? And speaking of "See", can you see that mean 'ol bone under my nose?
And here I am watching my dad
sign my life away write his name on a piece of paper where he had to promise to not blame the vet if anything goes wrong during minor surgery!
Excuse me, dad? mom? Vet lady? I don't think my problem is minor at all! This is a MAJOR problem! And did I hear the vet say that something could go wrong and that my dad can't blame you fur it? What the dog?
And here's proof that nothing went wrong at all! The vet lady used a
crowbar bolt cutters to get the bone off but I didn't feel a thing! In fact, I was sleeping and dreaming about all of my furends the whole time!
Thank you, vet lady, for making me look less ridiculous in less than 2 hours! Don't I look prettier without a mean 'ol bone
glued stuck on my face? It should because it was a $300.00 makeover!