On the face of it Bruce, this does
appear to be an abusive relationship. I am told you are very affectionate towards
Terry the Vet and try to kiss him when he puts you up on his table. You indicate
that every time he sees you he responds very ardently at first, but then turns
you round and sticks a needle in your arse. (For avoidance of doubt, this is
not ‘Grooming’, which is something quite different. Do not become anxious on
that score.)
In truth, you need to begin to
understand that sometimes things that appear to be damaging and hurtful, like a
needle in the bum, often disguise a more positive intention. Your health and
wellbeing is a source of great concern to The Mommy. There have been a number
of incidents when various of your orifices have required veterinary attention.
Such a history has led Satan to give you the nickname ‘Sicknote’. This is
unkind but not wholly inaccurate. As a result you are more familiar with Terry
the Vet than many dogs of your age.
The substances Terry injects into your
bum are designed to cure you of all ills, promote your ability to dance on your
hind legs, twist, turn and otherwise pose in a way that will enable you to
emulate the celebrated ‘Pudsey’ and win talent competitions. This is The
Mommy’s secret ambition. Unhelpfully Satan suggests your inability to follow
simple instructions may jeopardise this.
Unlike the British Economy, which
desperately needs a shot of growth hormone, you are now in rude health
following your latest encounter with Terry the Vet. My advice is to try and
keep it that way – Terry the Vet is an expensive relationship to maintain.
Satan is keeping the cost/benefit analysis under review.
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