Adventures Of Pete And Pete

So, the truth of it is, Barnaby MacDuff is out of commission for the week. I won't to go into it, yes he's fine, but let's leave that out of this.

The point is, this week is a Peter Pan week over here.

Any mother will tell you that the first thing you do when you have been temporarily relieved of one of your children is you start noticing all the things that have somehow gone wrong with the kids remaining. For instance. Peter Pan's nails have somehow grown so long that they tap on the hardwoods. When did that happen? I wondered as I dialed his Vet to make an appointment. I do not cut The Pan's nails myself because I do not wish death, and also because it takes three fully grown adults to do the job and I barely qualify as one (height joke). 

While on the phone I discovered that Pete is also in need of an update to his Distemper shot. Distemper! Please, I would like a Distemper shot for myself. Just ask my husband. He'll tell you.

"Well, would you like to go for a ride in the car?" I asked Pete. He sat up straight and made a bee-line for the door. Car rides are an earthly dream come true when you are a Pan The Man.

When we pulled into the Vet he was just beside himself with glee. I will never understand the inner workings of a dog's brain. Things never go pleasantly for him at the Vet and yet he is always thrilled to go there.

In the lobby we harassed a fat orange cat. Pete loves kitty-kitties. He does not want to chase them or bark at them, he wants to sniff them, kiss them, and then probably spoon with them. Such a sweet boy. One time a patient kitty-kitty let him get close enough for a kiss on the nose. Afterward his ears bounced higher than ever. The stuff of dreams, Pete!

While we were there we discovered that in the last twelve months the fatty has gained seven pounds. Good heavens.

Then I groomed him and bathed him and took his lard butt for a run. Faster, Petey!

The end.