"Dearest Bailey, it has come time for us to take that yearly trip in the car, just you and me. Are you ready?" I asked as I desperately worked to get Bailey out of the house without the entire remainder of the White Dog Army following along. "Gee, dad, is this just a fun trip to, like, get ice cream or something?" she said hesitantly. "Even better than that, Miss Bailey, we're heading to the veterinarian for your yearly checkup!" I said trying to sound encouraging and excited after she was seated in the back seat. Bailey just settled in and breathed a gentle sigh.
"So, dad, since I did so well and have achieved the perfect weight, does that mean I'll get a little more breakfast and dinner each day?" Bailey inquired with curiosity. "Yes, sweetie, that's exactly what it means. Congratulations on a job well done."
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That was a great trip in the car, Bailey. Congratulations on the terrific checkup, and yay for full-size breakfast! :)
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