Ok, so here's the story. Mom said my breath was bad and took me to the vet (what does she know about dog breath). She also told the vet that I wasn't jumping so good any more. What Mom, I'm eight. How high do you want me to jump. Anyway, Dr Putt at New Kent Animal Hospital wanted to take a picture of my hips. Did I tell you she was pretty and I like giving her kisses and she doesn't mind? Well, Dr Putt told Mom that see saw something suspecious and wanted me to have something called an Ultra Sound. I could tell that Mom was scared, but I didn't know why. Yesterday was the big day and back to the vet we went.
It was the wierdest thing. They layed me on my back on this table inside a cool soft cushion and the doctor put some gel on my belly and gave me the coolest belly rub I've ever had. It felt so good that I purred. Honest to god, I purred. Everybody was rubbing my belly and Mom was telling me what a good boy I was.
Heck, this was easy! So then the doctor told Mom that everything was normal and not to worry. Would
you believe Mom started crying. I was so embarrased. She hugged me, the doctor, Kathy (the office manager), Dad and even Rocky. She was hugging anybody who wasn't moving. I was thinking, "Mom, would you just quit"! And now here's the really good part. Mom and Dad took Rocky and I to the dog park. We played and ran with all the dogs there and I told them about my wierd Mom. I'm glad that Mom is feeling better now. She's smiling and everything.
Love and sloppy kisses,