The Dreaded Trip

gulp!

Rupert is off to the vet today for a little snip snip. And he doesn’t even know what he’ll be missing. Which is a good thing. If he had discovered what his balls were for, then we’d really be in trouble.

2 Responses to “The Dreaded Trip”

  1. Bryan Says:

    Oh, no, he’s going to be “tutored”. I hope he enjoys the drugs.

  2. Keith Says:

    He’s back and acting as if nothing at all happened.