My dog Riley is a cash cow for the vet. Last week he was in the kennel. This week he has kennel cough. SO I took him to the vet last night. Where he walks in and due to his recent surgery, everyone knows and loves him. The greet him like a king. "Riley!" He walks in and knows his way around the entire animal hospital. Attendants pass and say, "riley, you're looking good buddy!" The doctors who never even saw him, smile and pet him. yeah, most dogs don't like the vet, my Riley, he loves it. So 30 minutes later, after brief exam, and 3 prescriptions (1 for his kennel cough, and 2 for his infected ear) I am $200 poorer, and we are heading home. Riley smiles and hangs his head out of the toaster over across my back as his tail wags excitedly. Oh to have a dogs life...
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He's a fat cat now. Whenever you go somewhere and people know you by your first name then pat you on the back,( because you bought them a new boat)you are money!!
Maybe you should have him checked for Homedepotitis.. it's a common affliction that effects the bank account, wherein, you go to home depot and you walk $1,000.00 poorer. It's hard to cure.
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