I swear on my beagle-mom's memory, dawgs! The dogmom is definitely trying to murder me.
Remember, I have this fungus on my paws? Well, she keeps saying I have to take my pill for the fungus. Now, I don't know what's in these little white tablets, do I? And they taste really funky, let me tell ya. So, I try to spit them out when she's not looking. But, she usually sees it and tries to push it down my throat again. And, know what's worse? She won't let me eat my breakfast or dinner until I've swallowed it. I think she's trying to starve me to death.
Yeah, that must be it. Cuz she says we're on a diet. But, really, all that seems to mean is that there is less food in my bowl and fewer treats during the day. I think she's trying to starve me to death, yeah, that's it. Or poison me with the little white pills.
And then, there are these things she calls my allergy injections. This one is new. It just started last weekend. She pushes the white pills down my throat... and then she actually comes at me with this thing that has a needle in it. Can you imagine? I see those murder shows on TV. They're always sticking those little needles into the people who die. Hey dogmom! I'm not dead yet!
Opie doesn't have to take the little white pills... and he doesn't have to get poked with the needle. What's up with that? I thought I was the favorite... but now I think she's trying to get rid of me.
What do you think?
Wuf Ya! (for however long I'm still around...)