04/10/2024
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Ok. I am done with her. Yesterday she made me get a haircut. Fine. I sorta like Miss Rachel and I should be my most beautiful self.
TODAY. TODAY THOUGH. She dragged me out of the house before her work and STRAIGHT to da hooman with fancy papers on his wall purporting to be a doggo doctor. She tells him my tooth is bad. She says it is broken and I will not even eat hard bacons. She says I have lost weight and she is worried because I have always been finicky about food but I would NEVER reject bacons. WELL MAYBE I AM WATCHING MY FIGURE LIKE YOU. (I am not. It really hurts.)
He says, “oh no—the tooth is broken and dead. It looks painful. You are right. She needs it out and I think she needs some pain medicine.” She never needs someone to tell her she is right. Never. Makes her feel too smart. And frankly, I am not in favor of being knocked out and having something yanked from my mouth. He says they are gonna clean my teeth at da same time. If I gotta do it, I am gonna sell my ROYAL tooth as I bet I will make bacons monies. Da blonde singer could probably sell a tooth 🦷 for very much.
Anyway, I guess I’ll admit it hurts pretty badly. I got some medicine to help me with it until I have mouth surgery in one week. I took some pictures when we got to da car at da vet and when we arrived home where I reminded her she is NO genius. Anyone could tell I wasn’t well when I stopped chomping hard bacons. I would never do dat unless I went cuckoo bananas or had a serious problem. She BETTER have counted da ones I rejected to repay me when I am all better.
Peez cross your paws my surgery goes well and da medicine helps until den. You all remind me how brilliant and beautiful I am when you shower me with all da compliments I deserve.
Queen Boo Boo 👑(soft)🥓🦋🐶