I've been thinking about whether or not to tell the story about my tail..the tale of my tale...
It was one of those things that happen on a weekend in the wee hours of the morn. Mom's not sure exactly what happened and it isn't something I've cared to talk about - it was a very scary and traumatic event, after all!
Now I don't want anybuddy to think badly of anypuppy around here, but let's just say a certain black dog might have been involved and leave it at that, k?
Instead, let me tell you about a more recent harrowing experience - my check-up at the v-e-t!
Yes, I had to go.
Again.
Is it me, or am having to go more often than once a year? Okay, so maybe mom noticed me going to the litter box...
...every other minute...
...and not really piddling much...
Mom stayed home from work one day last week, which was nice until the time she stuffed me and Pip into our ptu's and took us on a squillion hour car ride. I tried to tell her she didn't need to take us, that wouldn't she much rather spend her time taking Wriggley for another long walkie, and she ought to turn the car around straight-away.
::sigh::
She didn't listen.
So Pip and I had to suffer the usual violations. Our bloods had to take some tests again. Remember when my blood buns scored kind of high on the tests? Apparently that isn't good news, 'specially since my kidneys are poorly to begin with. Well, on the last test I took and even on this one, my buns got a lower score! That sure made mom feel better.
Pip and I both had good check-ups. We've both also lost some weight since our last v-e-t visits. The doc said we are healthy and our body condition is fine, but it wouldn't be good if we kept losing weight. Get this - she prescribed more food! Isn't that pawsome?!? oh, yeah...and I got some anti-botics to take so I won't feel like I need to piddle all the time.
Speaking of food...
Isn't it about dinner time?
