i'm only 8 years old and mama is way older than me, but some of my body parts are starting to feel really rickety (kinda like mama). my grandpa used to call it a "hitch in my git-a-long" and that's what i have.
here's what happened: after yelling at a couple of squirrels in my back yard and banning them from entering FOREVER, i came in the house to lay down (which is one of my three favorite things). and after i laid down for a couple of hours, i could not get up. i tried to stand up, but my "git-a-long" (which i think is located somewhere in my lady parts area), would not work. so i had to stay in that one spot for a long, long, long, long time.
well, this got mama worrying - i almost kind of like it when she worries. she talks to me in a very sweet voice and lays on the floor next to me and looks deeply into my beautiful brown eyes and doesn't pay attention to that other dog. but then, it all went to h -- e -- double-toothpicks (i'm not allowed to swear). mama and daddy said we were going in the CAR (i like the car now and it doesn't make me throw up anymore). and we didn't have to take that other dog with us in the car. sounds like a good trip, right? me and mama and daddy in the car? well, it wasn't. we went to that place where the people that poke you live. and they not only poked things in my butt, they played with my legs and bent my legs in ways they're not supposed to bend. it was like they thought i was one of those cirque de solei, acrobat dogs. well, here's news for you mr. creepy doctor guy in a smelly white coat - i'm not air bud! my legs don't bend that way and i won't do tricks for you! the doctor said i have arthritis and need to lose weight. he must have been looking at mama, cause i'm not fat. once the unbearable torture was over, me and mama and daddy went back home and craziness was very jealous that i had a car ride and she didn't.
now i have lots of drugs to take for my arthritis stuff. the pills are yucky but maybe they will fix my 'git-a-long'.
i'm going to stop writing now cause my paws hurt. plus newman is rubbing his non-existent man parts in my face and i need to put a stop to that.
love and flowers,
daisy d.
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