Baby Max will be coming home Saturday because they are running some tests to see if he is anemic. I think he threw the blood test on purpose so they would hold him until Saturday because he knew trying to come home tomorrow would just fuck everything up. And he already feels bad I didn't get to go wine tasting because of him.
The Big Guy does not seem excited about his party. That guy better get excited or he is going to be gavage fed tequila until he is excited.
I made an appointment for the Pack to get their shots and for Randi to be seen by the doctor because her head shakes periodically like she's having a seizure. Only she's not, because as her head is shaking she is still trying to lick you or jump on you or jump at my TV because she sees the Geico Gekko and she hates animals on the TV. Anyways, it's been happening more frequently, so I thought the responsible thing to do would be to have her seen by the doctor. When I called they said, "What's the dog's name?" I said, "Randi. Randi Unadopted. That's her name." The girl said, "Her name's unadopted?" "Yep," I replied. "Randi Unadopted. She got unadopted because she was Bad Girl. That's her breed too. Bad Girl."
I don't think the girl thought I was very funny.
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