Monti and I have been living with Cynthia and Steve for the last couple of weeks. Some where along the way he has started attacking his tail at random moments and gnawing away at it. Cyn, being the ultra sensitive dog mom she is, insisted that I get his tail checked out just in case he has something embedded in it or a fungus growing on the skin. So, because I'm such a good dog mom, I made an appointment with the vet to get his tail checked out. After paying $55 to have a thermometer stuck up his rear and his tail looked at, the vet assured me that it's nothing. Just like I had thought in the first place. This picture was taken on the way to the vet. He must have known where he was going; it's written all over his face.
Friday, December 21, 2007
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