Vet trips, Sesame Street, and I still Highly Dislike Lulu

Peeps. I don't even know if you'll believe me when I tell you what a crazy week it's been for me. Let's just start with 3 trips to the vet last week. Yeah. That is how much my week sucked. And, this week hasn't started off too peachy for me either since Lulu stole my milk bone from me. Bitch.

I was pretty much relegated to the couch last week. One, because it's still 100+ degrees, and I can't exactly shed my fur coat when I go outside. And, two, I haven't been feeling very well. After being poked, prodded, drugged and violated by the vet on multiple occasions last week, all I wanted to do is channel surf from my favorite spot on the couch.

I want to talk about something I came across while channel surfing last week: a television show called Sesame Street.

I never had the opportunity to watch Sesame Street while growing up.

My formative years months were spent trying to survive in the streets and in animal shelter lock downs.

I had a rough beginning so it wasn’t until I was a mature basset that I got my first glimpse of a big, yellow bird on TV last week, creatively called Big Bird.

Color me unimpressed.

Is it me or does this bird get overly excited when he discovers new things?

Hey, Bird, settle down. Seven times seven has always equaled 49.

And talk about being afflicted with Debbie Downer Dachshund Syndrome, he gets extremely disappointed when things don’t work out.

But then again, how emotionally balanced is a bird going to be when his best friend is an imaginary wooly mammoth?

Maybe it’s best I didn’t grow up watching this stuff.