I went to the vet last week for my yearly exam and shots. I was my usual brave, trembling self. Everything was going swimmingly until she insisted on looking in my mouth. I did my best to keep my little jaws clenched. But the vet forced them open, a clear violation of the Dog Vet Act of 1972, and announced that once again I would have to get my teeth cleaned — what a bother. Then they began to discuss my experiencing bad poopies a few times a month. How embarrassing! I don't talk about their poopies, and believe me; I could tell you stories that would curl your tail. The vet gave my parents a sample bag of the ridiculously expensive Hill's prescription food for sick tummies. Mommy read the ingredients. Corn corn corn corn spam corn and corn. Mommy told me I wouldn't be having any of that. The vet also told my parents about a prescription food called Calm that is supposed to quell anxiety in dogs. Who the hell makes the stuff Doctor Cosby? Another hard no. They
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