The human finally made the connection and moved a nice soft fleece dog bed into the bedroom for me right near the door so I could hear all the goings on and react appropriately if need be. When I awoke this morning I was a little put off by the lack of my breakfast; I mean, what did I do? I did not even have any ticks jump ship that night. I even showed that I could dance on my two hind legs while investigating what the human had in his cup. When Robert got the leash out, I went nuts, knowing I was going for another ride. Oops..off to Dr Waldo again and the Dracula wanna-be. No one asked me if it was OK to clean my teeth, trim my nails and extract a broken upper canine which left the nerve exposed. I mean, it feels MUCH better, but I dealt with it for sometime before now. I am back at "home" now and feeling OK. I had a generous helping of chicken and rice soup supplemented with additional rice, some yogurt hiding a very yucky tasting pill of sorts and a couple of other pills as well. I've seen more pills today than I have in my entire life...what gives? Wait, is that meth I smell cookin' in the background (just kidding - it was chicken soup, lol). Right now I am curled up on my dog bed under the dining room table while the human is taking dictation from me for this blog (some of them learn quickly and are easily trained..) The adventure continues tomorrow and I am putting my tooth under the dog bed in hopes of the fairy dogmother leaving me a hefty sum for it...
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