Well, I never. The old woman Slow is a sneaky low-down conniving plotting scheming Peep and shows no remorse for her behavior. Who could stoop so low as to use a Doctor Visit as an excuse for flying to South Carolina to see Pretty and Paw Licker Annie and Tennis Ball Obsessed Chelsea…and then to come up with such a ridiculous diagnosis. Pinched nerve. Lame, lame, lame.
Seriously? If this is his office, her Doctor must be as big a Fanatic as Slow. Sweet Jesus. At any rate, I’m glad to hear that he gave her two shots while she was there – serves her right for not telling Spike and me her plans. Here today, gone tomorrow. Back the next day. A veritable blur.
Paw Licker Annie staying fit
Tennis Ball Obsessed Chelsea looking healthy
Flying the friendly skies
Thank God for the Little Women of Worsham Street who faithfully took care of us while Slow had a rendezvous with Pretty and the girls at Casa de Canterbury. I guess we would’ve starved to death if it hadn’t been for them and mostly I’m grateful they kept up with my meds. I’m a wreck without them.
Get me outta here Percy…there’s a full moon rising tonight, and The Red Man’s in the mood to howl at it.