Well...its wuzint too bad, xcept that I throed up in the blak masheen. I think it wuz all the curvee rodes an my ladee driving rownd em too fast cuz we wur layt. It wuz kinda weeurd bein in the big pursss but not aweful until I throed up. My ladee kep sayin "i'm sorree, Eclair" but I gess I'm jus not usedta ridin in the blak masheen wif a full stomack.
So we got thair and aftur the ladee filld owt sum papurs they takd us to a littul rume. I got to git owt of the big pursss then an snoop arownd the rume. A ladee came in an put me on a littul tray an sum red numburs sayd I now way 8 pownds! Gess itz all that Fancee Feest. Then she coomd me to see if I did still haf fleez but she onlee got wun. I'm still itchee tho. Then she left and soon the vet man came in....Xcept it wuz a vet ladee! She put sum medisin on my neck an gave my ladee sum stuff to sprae on the rugz. They wur all verree nice to mee, dint do anything that hurted. The vet ladee sayd she will see me in Febrooairy win my shots are doo. I dont think I will like that.
The ride hohm wuz uneevintful but I cudnt wayt to git out of the big pursss cuz it wuz kinda stinkee frum my thro up. Then my ladee gave me more Fancee Feest (turkee in gravee) cinz I throwed up all my brekfast. The rest of the day wuz kwiet, we just relackxd an wachtd sum stuff on the blak talkin box.