After I wrote my post on Friday about the kitties, Mommy took me to see my favorite doctor. She has a Pit bull type doggie, too, and she is always so nice to me. When we went to the office, I walked in the door and sat down right away like a good boy. We always do that in case the waiting room is full or chaotic. But there was no one else there and so I went over to the big sitty-down thing that Mommy always has me sit on then she said, “Seventy-seven point two.” What a silly thing to say.
Then Dr. M came out and petted me and I kissed her. She is my favorite doctor. We go see the Doctor’s office people every month then I sit on the sitty thing and then Mommy buys me a special once a month treat. Last Friday was a different kind of visit, Mommy left me there all day and when she picked me up I was wooozy and my leg hurted a bunch. Mommy said I had a surgery.
When we got home, I cried a lot but and Mommy and I had another slumber party, which made me stop crying a little. The next day I felt better but I didn’t get to have any fun. Mommy says I’m ‘cooperatin. That means no tuggy games, no bye byes, no shopping and no going upstairs, no fun for the Ray-Ray.
Mommy will tell you more about it tomorrow,