This morning, my father came in and said, “Hurry up and finish breakfast. I have to take you to see the doc.” To which I replied, “Why? I feel fine.” He gave me a blank look, then left the room. I could hear him having a conversation with my mother in another part of the house.He came back in and said, “Sorry. Not you. The other one.” I looked at him with confusion and said, “What other one?” He just replied, “Jett.”
Jett. The family’s black labrador (see pic). I was just confused with a dog. I can only imagine what would’ve happened when my father arrived at the local VCA with me instead of the dog. It’s a good thing that he double-checked first, I guess.
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