Yeah, I’m going for a ride. But it ain’t gonna be pretty. I’m off to the doGtor.
You might remember that I told y’all a few weeks ago about my dental procedure. Actually, it’s only a cleaning. But while I’m on the table, my doGtor is going to remove a bunch of little bumps from my eyelids. I’ve got these little things on both eyes. We don’t think they’re serious, but they’ll be removed just to make sure.
And I’m not pleased about it. Not one little bit. I’m no spring chicken. And I don’t like pain. Of any kind. And I think it’s going to hurt.
By the time it’s over, my whole mouth is gonna hurt and both of my eyes are going to be sore and have stitches in them.
I just can’t talk about it anymore. So, if you wouldn’t mind, would you please cross your paws for me today?
And please cross your paws for my peepstress. She’s gone off the deep end because She thinks doGtor Elliott is going to shave my beautiful eyebrows.
Now, between us pals, I don’t think that’s going to happen. Because I’ve had a little chat with doGtor Elliott myself and said, “Hey, please don’t take my royal good looks away from me. It’s bad enough I don’t have a fine groomer anymore, but if I were to lose my eyebrows, I think I’d just curl up and stay in the house forever.” So, doGtor Elliott said, “Stuart, I have to remove just enough of the hair on your eyes to put a stitch in when I remove the little bumps because I can’t stitch over hair. It’s not sanitary. Understand?”
I said, “uh…I’m not so sure, but I trust you.”
Oh me. Oh me oh me. My oh my.