What is the matter with my vet? First I’ve had my precious bum desecrated for no good reason, now they don’t seem able to tell the difference between me and Haas.
Nasty, nasty meds.
Do I even remotely resemble Haas?? I have the nose-stripe trend down to a T darling, much as I adore Haas, the poor bun hasn’t a clue about fashion. I mean, hello?! Look at him, he’s got that super-skinny rough-around-the-edges geezerbun-working-that-wild-side look going, while I am so an LBD-meets-sailor stripes girl.
Begone, Vet, and hop along to thy optometrist to get some Prada to adorn your nose!
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