Papa Wes stayed home from work today to take care of me. He took me back to the V.E.T., and I made lots of new friends. I may be under the weather but my personality still draws people to me, so I couldn’t disappoint any of them. Wes said I worked the crowd in the waiting room at Veterinary Referrals of Hickory like a politician. I even managed to get my snout up a woman’s shirt. Wes got blamed for that one. Sorry for embarrassing you man. I also planted a kiss on the doggie nurse who took me back for my workup. They drew blood again and gave me a shot and sent me home with a bunch of pills. They think I have ammonia (or is it anemia?), have eaten too many bones (or have some kind of bone marrow problem?) and/or I’ve got the Arthur (or is it arthritis?).The doc has been using really big words and my attention deficient disorder kicked in. Wes and I make a good team when our ADD kicks in at the same time. I’ve had it pretty ruff the last few days but there were doggies at the V.E.T. that have it worse than me. One poor feller had a cast on his leg because his person sat on him. Then one guy was having such a bad day he snapped at me. After I sniffed out all of the exam room doors and a cat in a baby carrier, Wes paid the bill, (we won’t mention how much it was) and he drove me back home. I got to see my little sis Lexie and we took a walk down the street toward Barney and Opie’s house. Since then I’ve just been chillin’ in the kitchen trying to say hydrated. I’m not one to beg, but if you could, say a prayer for me that I get well soon.