Scrambled eggs 'n ham for Scout an' silence broken

It is confession time. Momma says that confession is good for the soul. We haven't been bloggin' much 'cause momma has been so worried 'bout me that she needed to just step back and go into her lil' hidey hole to think about things an' to think 'bout me an' to love on me lots. I guess you could say that she wanted to keep me all to herself for a while.

Ya see, a while back momma found a lump on my leg an' took me to the dog-tor to see what was goin' on. Our furry nice dog-tor found another lump on my same leg an' momma said that she thought she might have felt another swellin' on my side. Momma bawled at the dog-tor's like a baby whose ice cream cone just fell on the sidewalk, blubberin' 'bout Golden Retrievers an' cancer an' sayin' that the dog-tor had to promise that he would take extra, special care of me 'cause I was an extra, special boy.

Me - I knew that I felt furry goods and I heard that my blood-work said so, too! Even with good blood-work for a senior, as I am 10.5 years old, momma bawled an' worried an' kept kissin' me an' rubbin' my belly an' even made me popcorn when we watched movies for the next two weeks. I furry mucho liked that part - well, alla' them, to tell ya the truth.

So, yesterday really early in the mornin' momma took me to the dog-tor again an' left me there. I thought that my world had come to an end when I watched my momma walk out the door. We are a team an' we are always together - no matter what. Momma NEVER left me anyplace before - NEVER!

There I was, no breakfast, no momma an' the next thing I knew I was wakin' up with bare naked spots on me an' feelin' like a newborn pup - all wobbly an' stuff. I didn't know it but momma was at home waitin' fur a phone call - a furry im-paw-tant one to tell her that I was awake an' to tell her about my lumps an' my toofs cleaning. When the phone rang, an' she heard the nurse talk to her, momma got all happy again when the nice nurse told her that my lumps were fatty tumors - oh, happy day, BUT when I was sleeping an' the dog-tor cleaned my toofs an' found one that was really icky an' had problems so out it came. WOWZA!

When momma came to get me she collected pain medication an' auntie-biotics an' gave the receiptionist lots an' lots of green papers. She told the nice lady that it was money well spent (don't know what that means but momma smiled so that must be a good thing).

I sure didn't like not getting breakfast an' I didn't like getting a really weird haircut an' gettin' a toof tooked out BUT I sure loved the scrambled eggs an' ham (Sam I am) that I got fur dinner last night an' all the lovin' and the fact that I am home - back in my furever home where I belong.

So, folks, that is what has been goin' on in our house. Worry time an' then opreration time an' then a happy momma an' scrambled eggs 'n ham! Momma says that we will be 'round more now that she isn't pacing the floor an' being worrieds an' bawling.