Here I am, minding my own business, at almost thirteen years old when they do this to me.
I was suspicious Wednesday evening when my food bowl and water were gone. Then, the family gave me extra love and attention as I went out the door with my dad to work. Except, we didn't go to work. He took me to that place I dread . . . the vet.
I had hoped it was one of those routine deals where they just check me out, but no. Not only did they remove some giant tumor on my butt, but I am now short my manhood. And to add insult to injury they shaved part of my ear to remove a cyst.
My dad has been promising me a Cal Gal, but no, instead he found himself a wife. Then, I thought I had a shot, and those small animals showed up, you know the one's that come out of the human's bellies?
And on top of it all, the one pleasure I have left, my ability to lick myself has now been taken away by this hellish collar.
I say again, I'm almost thirteen years old, can't they just leave me alone?