Beau's Yearly Checkup

Hottie: I’m never taking Beau to the vet again. From now on, you have to do it.

Me: Why? What happened?

Hottie: It’s your responsibility to take him from now on.

Me: Okay, but what happened?

Hottie: He’s obese! I have to walk him everyday for thirty minutes and cut his food down by 25%.

Me: (Laughing)

Hottie: It’s not funny! This is serious. He’s also got tartar on his teeth and one of his ears has wax in it.

Me: (Laughing)

Hottie: They made me leave that place with ear solution! An extra $25!

Me: (Laughing)

Hottie: You’re no help. I’m not ever taking him again.

Me: Okay, okay, I’ll take him from now on.

Hottie: Come here, Beau. Come here, Chunky Monkey.

Me: What are you doing?

Hottie: I’m going to put him in the truck, so we can get out of here.

Me: What do you mean, you’re going to put him in the truck? Like carry him to the truck?

Hottie: Yes. I don’t want him to get his paws wet. It’s still raining.