Doctor Pepper and Pretzel Dogs
hey hey dog friends. bad news today... i got an itchy red ring on my tummy and i had to go to the vet!
here i am asking my randy to please open the door and let me go anyware but here.
my doctors name is doctor pepper. my peepol think that is reelly cool but i haf no idea why. she gets down on the floor to talk to me wich is better than riding the evil-elevator-table-from-hell but she still makes me get on the skary-scale-of-deth! this time my randy got on the scale wif me. together we were 208 pounds!
doctor pepper said that i haf allergies. i said good now lets go! and we went home and just wen i thot all the torcher wuz over my randy sprayed my tummy wif a stinking hissing bottle of icky stuff! i said hey! no fair! at least now it is over! but no it wuzent cuz next i got a nasty tasting pill rite in the middle of my dog food for dinner! whoa! totally not fair!
and speaking of not fair... tonite my randy made pretzel dogs for dinner. yipee! i thot wif a name like 'pretzel dogs' they must be for me!
but nooooooo! my randy said that pretzel dogs are for peepol to eat. wut is up wif that?
sumbody had the brilliant idea to cook the pretzel dogs on a rack and they got all stucked to the bottom! i wont say the name of who it wuz but his initials are R-A-N-D-Y. tee hee! my lindsay picked sum of the pieces of pretzel out of there and...
she gave them to me! hurray! at last i got a good ending to a terrible day.