Tuesday, March 20, 2007

OH NO!!!!

Furst, reelly gud news....
Jimmie winded the race again!!! Yay!!! Two in a row. :)




And now, the not gud news.....Lookie at what camed in the mail yesserday........



AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! Rooster shot!!!!!



Oh Momma! I don wanna go!!

14 comments:

Heather Smith said...

Poor Oreo! Tell your mommy to e-mail me!

Munchkin, Missy and Monte said...

You need to go, Oreo. if you don't get your rooster shots you can get really sick. We all love you too much to let you get sick.

mannyed said...

OH NO! Manny hates when he gets those postcards in the mail!

George, Tipper, Max & Misty said...

You have our sympathy, Oreo. About the only time we get mail is when our doctor tells us it's time for a checkup or A SHOT!!

William said...

Oreo, EEEEK!

But at least they didn't send you mail asking if you were concerned about your weight, like I got once.

Grr, Midnight & Cocoa said...

WE'VE GOT THOSE CARDS TOO! FUR ALL 3 OF US!!! our Lady had just 'bout furgotten 'em an now she's 'membering again.

we really really really like yur picshure lots - grate fang ackshun!

The Meezers said...

oh noooooooooooooo!

Smeagol & Strider (Mystery & Gizmo too!) said...

Uh oh, Oreo! Mom says we're prob'ly gonna be gettin' postcards like that soon too! We need to figure out how to get them out of the mail before the beans get to it.

Max said...

Dooooood RUN!!! HIDE!!! I have a cubby hole you can stay in until they forget about stabbing you...

Forty Paws said...

Uh oh. Dat iznt furry gud news in da mail.

We agree wid u dat sum beans shoodn't be on urth. An dey shood defnitly be FIXED!!!!

Luf, Us

Name: Mr. Hendrix said...

oh no! ack. sorry buddy, shots stink.

Boy said...

oh no!!! poor oweo!!
Hiss at the shooty guy!

Felissa said...

(gasp!) Not the vet! I HATE getting shots. Just being there makes me tense.

Get dee helicopters to ship you across da country, Oreo! I wish I could.

Sitka and Tia's BLAWG! said...

Oreo...
I get those cards in the mail too. I don't blame ya for not wanting to go.
Hugs, Tia (and Sitka)