done

Done.

Done!

DONE.

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Don't worry, my pals.  This isn't me sayin' I'm done with anythin' or anybody like uh...

Umm....

Well...

The peep?

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Nah, as much of a pest as she is, and a complete nincompoop when it comes to bein' my IT Support, I do kinda love her, I guess.   And I'd never, ever, EVER say I was done with her...

Well, at least not say it and MEAN it, I mean.

But no, I'm not done with her.  Or anyone else, either.  Like I said, I'm not sayin' I'm done with anythin' or anyone, at all.

In fact...

In fact, TECHNICALLY, I'm not the one who is done.

Or was.

Was done, that is.

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What has been done is Saffy.  Yup, Saffy is done.  Just so you know, my brother Saffy Saffron Sassisfras has been done.

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That's right, my friends.  That's right!  Yesterday, Saffy Saffron Sassifras was in to see the doctor; and had his annual check-up, as well as his vaccines.

Oh, and a pawdicure, to boot!

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Now if you'll remember, LAST week, Peepers had quite the time tryin' to crate Saffron and get him in for his appointment.  She got scratched.  He was fumin'.  And I had a great ol' time watchin' the whole thing unfold.

But yesterday...

But yesterday, there was no show for me to behold.  Somehow, Peepers managed to grab him and crate him without his really knowin' what was goin' on until it was too late.

Too late for Saffy, that is.  Or rather, his escape.  I'm told they were there in plenty of time for the vet.

It took Saffy a while to forgive the ol' peep - of course - but forgive her, he has.  At least that's what he says.  I'm not sure if there'll be a hairball or some other kinda DEPOSIT left in an appropriately inappropriate location in Peepers' near future, or not.  If there is, it'll be nothin' less than she deserves.

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So the peep got through THIS event, unscathed.

So far.

And Saffy seems to be none the worse for wear.

Kinda.

Truth is, he's been complainin' about that pawdicure, to no end.  Can't scratch this; can't scratch that; can't kick anythin' - or anyone - and leave marks...

You know, that sorta thing.

But I, on the other paw, am the true victim in all of  this.  I mean...

I mean...

I mean, I was really lookin' forward to part two of the can-a-peep-crate-and-take-a-Saffron-to-the-vet show.

AND I WAS ROBBED!

Part I one was amazin'.  It was incredible, in fact.  I laughed, I cried, and it was better than that little-known - for obvious reasons - unreleased musical, DOGS.

But part two?

Well, I suppose sequels are often hit and miss.

And this one was a definite miss.

Didn't include even one half-tail, cat chase with sirens blarin', sorta scene.

Stupid sequel.  Totally borin' as heck.

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