Dad took Lou and me to the vet today. We really don't like to go to the vet, although we like Dr Lundsman. He is really kind and gentle. But other people stick needles into us, which we hate. The worst part is when Lou and I are separated so they can test us. Lou and I are really really close. Even 1 minute apart stresses us out. When Lou went "to the back" I cried 'cause I worry about Lou. I could hear Lou whining for me when I went to "the back". It was okay when we where back together.
I weighed in at a portly 100 lbs even. Guess I am a lard butt after all. Now Dad is cutting my food ration down, so I will be hungry a lot. Dad was worried about my tumors growing all over my body that they might be cancer. Dr. Lundsman doesn't think so, but I got a blood test just to make sure. Which meant a needle, which I hate!
Dad brought us home about 11:30 this morning. The weather is really gorgeous, so Lou and I laid out on the driveway sunning ourselves while Dad built a small shed under the house in a space that used to be the old porch landing some 80 years ago. It was so warm and comfortable. This is living like a dog should!
Mom was out to a business dinner yet she still got home at 7 PM. It was a fun evening watching Monday night football and snuggling Mom on the couch. This is the way life is meant to be!
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