I apologize for failing to write a blog post last night. See, I spent the night raiding 10-man Trial of the Crusader again and completely forgot that I have an Empire to serve.
Yesterday, I brought the Imperial Dog to the vet for her bi-monthly flea shots. She, of course, was no fool; she jumped right back into my arms and dug in her claws the moment I tried to set her down on the steel bed thingy.
Anyway, after the vet jabbed the shot into her when she wasn't looking, I put her on the floor so she can wander around while the vet writes the receipt for the shot. Then, the vet's cat walked into the clinic from a back room.
The Imperial Dog hates cats. I think she secretly wishes she was a cat instead. She's aloof, sleeps all day, and licks her paws just like a cat. She even stretches like a cat.
Anyway.
The vet's cat is just as big as the Imperial Dog. But that didn't stop her from challenging it to a duel. She crouched down into a battle stance, ready to pounce. The cat did a battle stance too, the hair on the back of its neck rising like spikes.
One second later, I saw chocolate-colored round things drop out of the Imperial Dog's behind.
I whisked her away while mumbling apologies to the vet.
For literally scaring the Imperial Dog shitless, Cat 1, Imperial Dog 0 ^_^
Her Imperial Majesty
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