Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Bob and I took Pearl to the vet for her check up. As usual, Pearl was not amused. Bob had a discussion with our vet about her prognosis.
"So, Bob. She seems to have a little arthritis in her elbows but we have something we can give her that might help that."
"That's good. Did you know that I'm four-and-a-half?"
"Is that right? And what do you want to be when you grow up?"
"Maybe a veterinarian?"
"No. Definitely not that. I'm going to be a Jedi Master."
"I think they might need more of those at Star Wars."