What does she say, my mum? We go to the vet’s? To the hospital? Mum, really, I’m alright! I don’t need to go there, really! Just listen to me! Wafwafwoof!
Oh, she is stubborn, my mum! We are on the way to the vet’s. We take the tram and we go on foot. Don’t like this at all. Maybe it helps if I’m a very good girl. I sit, waiting for the tram. I make no noise, really no noise on the tram (sometimes I whine a little bit if people pay no special attention to me 😉 ). Nothing helps! We enter the vet’s hospital!
Euh? What does she say to the woman at the reception? Lennox?? Something’s rotten in the state of Denmark: she brought me, Kita, not my grandpa Lennox! I bark! Oohoh! That was not good! 😦
Again? Lennox? Oh, my goodness: my grandpa Lennox needs new bottles of his kidney-medication and I have to go to the vet’s? Who understands this???
Bet I have to sit on the scale, to see my weight within a few seconds!
Kita, come on, I want to know your weight! On the scale!
What did I say? I’m a lady so I do as I’m told! Mum is very pleased: weight is allright: 22,500 kg. (For my overseas friends: 49 pounds=lbs) What do I say? Weight is perfect! Just as it should be! The dad of my mum Funnygirl will be proud if I tell him that! And the vet too will be satisfied. I’m spayed 2 years ago, whatever that is, and I have to do lots of sports and running to keep a healthy weight. Diet still not necessary! I’m one of a proud lady and so is my mum!