Justice in a Box

My award arrived today and Daddy took me to the vet to pick it up. Take a look . . . . It is called "Justice in a Box" and is some kind of "do it yourself" project. (Assembly Required.) Where's the pretty paper with the cute little bow? I am a girlie girl, after all.

The vet opened the package for me (I have the obvious opposable thumb problem) and pulled out a tube. I was not prepared for what happened next. The "assembly" part happened . . . internally. I mean, IN ME. I mean, it went in the WRONG END OF ME. That is an "exit" area NOT an entrance. Wholly Schmolly. I let Daddy know what I thought of this kind of "gift." A freakin' gag gift - that's what it was. And trust me, I was gagging.

MOMMIEEEEEEE!!!