I'm Eating Out Of Her Hand

I don't usually mind going to the vet. I meet cool people and dogs in the waiting room and Dr. Chan is really cool (even if she seems more interested in asking about how Cosette is doing). Today it was not so fun though. She stuck a needle--a needle!--into a squishy lump I have on my side. My Mom was nervous about it, but also suspected it was just fat and that's what it is. If she knew that, why did I get the poking? Huh?

Anyway, payback is sweet. I sat and turned my back on my dinner tonight until she had fed me at least half of it by hand. How great is that?

Is It So Much To Ask?

I don't see why I don't get my morning treat the second that alarm goes off. What's with the snoozing? Or the getting up to potty and going back to bed? I'M HUNGRY!!! And how about dinner the moment she walks in the door? I don't think that's asking too much. Come on, an old dame like me needs her nutrition and when I want something, I want it NOW.