I have been TO the vet. It’s a confusing experience that involves needles, pats on the head from strangers, a prance across the scale and a cookie at the end of the visit (not to mention the embarrassing moment when they take my temperature.) I have mixed emotions about the whole process.
But what I want to talk about is the other kind of vet. The one that travels to foreign lands, with enemies hiding behind every rock and around every doorway and protects my furry bottom. I want to take this opportunity to salute those brave souls. Happy Fourth of July to our brave men and women abroad and at home as well as their families. We are free because of you. So hoot and howl this Fourth of July, but remember the saying “Freedom Isn’t Free”. Then pass the potato salad (if you drop a little bit on the ground for me, I won’t tell anyone)!
Dolly the Pug