The V-E-T

I was talking to someone on the phone last night and I told them that I was going to have to take Molly to the Vet for her yearly shots sometime this week. I even spelled out V-e-t. As soon as Molly heard that, her head snapped around, she shot me that look, and she came running up to me and demanded to be petted. She knows what I said and knows how to play that information for some extra attention. I believe humans call it a guilt trip. It is a good thing that I did not spell out K-e-n-n-e-l. That is where she is going on Saturday. She would have guilted me into buying her a new pet bed and a case of dog treats.