Today I was at the vet’s with my mistress, ’cause suddenly I wasn’t able to walk properly anymore. Everybody worried a lot because last year I snaffled two meat skewers with onion, ate them and got a toxication. So my mistress took me on her arms and ran with me to the doctor.

The vet then shone in my eyes with a little flashlight, looked into my muzzle and squeezed me everywhere. But at that point I was already much more sprightly again – perhaps even because of the cat which lives there. She’s always looking at me so provokingly. Dead honest! Anyway, the doctor then said that probably I don’t have a toxication. If she had listened to me before, I could have told her that, tsk.

No I must go for an X-ray on saturday, because my legs gave out from under me and it even hurt when he squeezed me there. X-ray sounds eerily, so keep your fingers crossed for me so that no monster devours me! After all I have already enough to do with the vacuum monster. That evil thing.

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