Thursday, February 10, 2011
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.
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).
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.