No Post Today
This was going to be about Kit Carson, another dude who comes up a lot, but no time today on account of I have to go to the vet. Bernie always says where we’re going and this morning he gave me a nice pat, then ran his hand slowly over my back, maybe felt around a bit, and said, “Going to the vet, today, Chet.” The vet? Don’t like going to the vet. The vet herself – name of Amy – is all right, a big round woman with a nice voice and careful hands, but that steel table? Don’t care for it at all, and I always start shaking the moment I enter the waiting room. That’s not like me, I know, but I just can’t help it.
“Chet? Come on, big guy.”
Right now I’m under Bernie’s bed.
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