Dexter’s Day: The Vet!
I am a Very Brave Boy!
My Mummy says so.
So does my Daddy.
But I’m also an Actor
And a ”good one”.
They think I should get an Oscar!
(Whats an Oscar? Can I eat it?).
For FOREVER, I’ve had a poorly leg.
Well, not REALLY poorly
And only for a couple of days
But I’ve learned something Very Good!
If I put on Cute Eyes – and lift my poorly leg up
I GET A TREAT!
AND EXTRA CUDDLES!
But I’ve taken it Too Far apparently
And worried my parents
Who took me to see Nikolas , the vet
And I have to take T.A.B.L.E.T.S.
Coz I’m ”inflammed”…(Wot is that?)
But it’s OKAY!
Coz I can EAT THEM!
With chicken , (thank you Mummy!)
And more treats, (Thank you Daddy )
(I didn’t tell Daddy I’d already had chicken
Didn’t want to hurt his feelings!).
Anyway, my poorly leg is a little bit sore
But I can still jump and chase the cats
And fly in the air after birds –
Or I would do, if Mummy let me.
She’s tied me to her chair
So I cannot move….
But it’s nearly Gin O’clock!
So am ready to pounce out of this!
Wuff and wags