So the wite rat is driving the food lady insane. Welcome to the klub.
Friday, March 24, 2006
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Another trip to the vet. Bad trip. They did the teeth cleening thing which I detest. Even worse, when I got to the vet, the wite rat was there, too. On the way home I broke out of the prison box becuz I hate being a prisoner, and I sat on the dash of the car and bellered at the top of my lungs to express my displezhur. Like it did any good.
