And so the day cameth to pass that the daddy sayth unto the good doggy woggies “Get into the car you two, you are both going to the V.E.T” . And the good doggy woggies looked at each other and were very concerned, for they did not want to go to the V.E.T. But the daddy sayth and the good doggy woggies doeth.
That is what happened loyal readers and fellow maremmas. Me and Nellie went to the V.E.T. Nellie was car sick only once, all over my tail. In the scheme of things I did not mind. There were too many other things happening. Once We got to the V.E.T, Me and Nellie were weighed. I am a healthy 43 kgs, down from the 45 kgs I was when I had my terrible accident in January. However, Nellie is a bit of a problem. She weighs in at 36 kgs. The V.E.T explained it to daddy like this. On a scale of 1 to 9 – 1 being a skeleton and 9 being a whale. Nellie scores an 8. To put it bluntly, Nellie is over weight. Mummy says she is a little broad in the beam. Needless to say Nellie is on a D.I.E.T. No more tasty dog roll. And to add insult to injury, when We got home Daddy and brother hosed Me and Nellie down with COLD water. Me and Nellie were not happy but at least We were clean and allowed inside to take our rightful place in front of the fire to have a little snooze. Love Nellie and Jasper. Mummy will put some more photos up later on in the week.