I am so glad to be back home and away from the awful vet. You would not believe the things they do to me there. Thanks everyone for being so concerned about me!
Of course, home isn’t quite 100% back to normal either. Dad and mum keep picking me up twice per day to force-feed me more critical care. But don’t worry, I make sure to put up a big fight and spill as much as I can on my chin and the counter. That way, they think they’ve fed me a lot and they give up and let me go. (I’m so smart.)
But yeah, I’m fine, just chillaxin, getting over my ordeal. Yep, nothing out of the ordinary here. It’s not like I really missed Betsy or anything.