Do you remember a book called The Poky Little Puppy? Well, that's what my ma's been calling me all week long. I just plain out don't feel good.
This morning when I sniffed my S-U-P-P-E-R and passed it by, my mom completely FREAKED out and took me to Case Veterinary Hospital. They're pretty nice up there, but someone did stick me with a needle. Until my blood test results come back, I have to take medicine and rest up, so no play dates with Lancaster this weekend. The thought of this depresses me to no end.
I'll see you on the flip side of the weekend, and hopefully I'll be back to my tail-waggin' self.
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