I went to the veterinarian yesterday. The veterinarian. veterinarian. I like to say veterinarian. 'Vet' seems so common, and veterinarian has a certain ring to it. If I was a veterinarian I would walk around in an oversized burgundy smoking jacket and a corn cob pipe stating who I was. "Greetings common folk, I am a veterinarian", "Who me? ha ha ha, not really kind sir, I'm actually a veterinarian", "Why thank you for noticing madame, yes I am a veterinarian". Stuff like that, and maybe wearing a pocket watch that I would check way too often while laughing to my self and mumbling about medicines and procedures and other veterinarian musings.
While i was at the veterinarian they weighed me, I'm 17.5 pounds, and told me that I'm actually only 4 months old, not ten like I previously stated. They also gave me a couple of injections, but I'm tough so they didn't hurt.