I used to be called "the Little Man" but after visiting the dentist, I have stepped up a notch. Papa told me to be brave and stand up for myself at the dentist's office and I did. I hissed and hissed and hissed so much and fought back the technician with all my strength that with all the commotion, they weren't able to insert the anesthesia via an injection. Instead, they went on to Plan #2 and "burritoed" me in a towel and gassed me! Vets don't just gas anyone, you know. I was special. And now I've earned the title "Big Little Man."
p.s. We're in the middle of changing my blog's template and colors, so you might see things changing on you.