A finger went up my bottom. I wasn't asked it just happened. I wasn't impressed with Mummy, doesn't she know that I am an awesome Sprocker? And as an awesome Sprocker fingers most definitely should not go up my bottom.
After the vets she took me to the pet shop, its the only store I am allowed in. I don't think that's fair, because not only am I awesome I am also a good boy and would love to be able to go out to more places with Mummy and Daddy. But anyway Mummy said that I could look at the bunnies (I like bunnies I have 4) but I was under no circumstances getting a new toy.
I picked a new crocodile :)
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