I had a wish today that all would be well when I went to the Dogtor and it wouldn’t be hell. And what to my wondering ears should I hear, but that I’m perfect from ear to ear.
The scales don’t lie. Unless they do. But The Peepstress can rest easy that I’m thin through and through.
Well, maybe not exactly thin. But sort of. Kind of.
22.6 lbs sounds good to me. How about you?
Winston, don’t get cocky little man.
Why, whatever do you mean Peepstress?
You’re still at the top of the breed standard.
Well, I’m just built this way. And I need a haircut.
You’re right about that. We’ll take care of that this weekend.
Oh boy. A more beautiful me you’ll never see.