Shot in Butt Present

CYNDI:  Hey, Merci, come see what came Special Delivery for you yesterday.

MARCUS:  You wanted a birthday cake yesterday (Merci is 13 or 14) and the Love is being owned by a husky crew sent one over.  But Jan is just telling us about it now.

MICAH:  You're lucky Jan was out with friends much of the day stuffing her face with pizza or there might not be any left for you.

MERCI:  Hey, this is great.  I've never had such a tall cake before.  There's enough for all of us and our readers to have some.

SAM:  So what was the best present you received?  A day of peace and quiet without Jan?  A new ... hey, she did give you a present, didn't she?

MERCI:  Thank you for the lovely cake and card, Jenna and crew.  I got my best present Monday when I went to the vet.

BUDDY:  But you went to get a shot in the butt.  What was so great about that?

MERCI:  *dreamily*  Mr. Doug. He carried me to the car and put me in the back seat himself.

CYNDI:  Yeah, he left Jan to haul my carrier on her lap.  Merci crawled up between the seats so she could be closer to Mr. Doug.

PERCY:  Cyndi, did he carry you when you reached the vet's office?

CYNDI:  Are you kidding?  He picked up Merci and left Jan to figure out how to get out of the van with a cat carrier.

MERCI:  And he held me while the vet poked a hole in my butt.  Jan said something about not letting me see the needle or I'd pee and poop in panic.  That wasn't a very nice thing to say in front of Mr. Doug.  Just because the vet suddenly appeared once with a gigantic needle in his hand and scared the ... um, crap and pee out of me, doesn't mean it's my normal reaction.

CYNDI:  Then the tech scooped up my carrier and ran off with me.  I was all alone when the vet poked me.

BUDDY:  I heard you hid under the bedding in the back of the carrier, Cyndi, and didn't come out until you were safely home.

CYNDI:  Jan put me in the back seat for the trip home and Merci sat on her lap.  Merci didn't take her eyes off of Mr. Doug.  In fact, when he parked and walked around the front of the van, Merci turned her body to keep her eyes on him.  She turned just a bit too far and fell off Jan's lap.

MERCI:  You couldn't see anything from under your bed in the back seat.

CYNDI:  I saw everything with one eye peeking out from beneath my cave.

MERCI:  At least Mr. Doug carried ME to the house.  He should have stayed.  We don't get to see him very often.

PERCY:  Cyndi has a birthday and is gifted with a cake and she's thankful for a shot in the butt?  I wonder what Sigmund Freud would make of this?

Stop by Pepi Smart Dog for the Thankful Thursday blog hop.  (There is always something to be thankful for!)

And stop by Ruckus the Eskie, Love is being owned by a husky, and Barking from the bayou for the Thoughtless Thursday blog hop.