Saturday, June 27, 2009

Smells Fishy To Me....

Friday this girl pried me out of my carrier, and acted all nice to me...

I knew, I KNEW something bad was going to happen and it did - more shots! Mom says we don't have to go for shots till next year now. She said there's no need to come here except to 'get fixed' (which I assume I'll never need, since there's nothing broken about me.... right? Mom? LOOK AT ME! Mom?).


  1. Shots are just the worst, aren't they Paco?! I am scheming a plan to put my mom in a very compact carrier and take her somewhere to get shots... we'll see how she likes it! :)

  2. I love your sense of humor, Pearl...
    :) Paco

  3. hi paco!
    oh you are getting to be such a big boy. no more puppy shots!
    m & e

  4. Uh oh, getting fixed sounds like no fun to me. If you need a good place to escape to, come on up to New Hampster. We'll hide you.


  5. My mommy got me fixed once!!!!! That was so no fun =( My sympathies to you.