It is about time.  FINALLY the bosses have found a way to make a trip to the vet bearable.  I am barking about Sonic.  Tots.  Hamburgers.  Mozzarella sticks.  Chocolate malt.  It is right next door to my new vet.  Co-inky-dink?  I think not.  Brilliant marketing tool, yes indeedy.

I like the new vet people.  They feed me liver treats.  They coo and aah at me and tell me what a lovely pelt I have.  So soft, so plush.  Yes, it can be a little creepy-can-I-make-a-hat-out-of-that but I don't think they would.  They say I am a good boy.  Then they get a little too much in my bubble but I forgive them because they have treats.  Lots of treats.

And then we go to Sonic!  How is it I have never been there before?  I can stay in the truck and the wheelie girls bring me tots!  How cool is that?