I'm thinking I just don't feel very good. I'm not puking or anything I just feel tired and not myself. I don't know what it is. I play a little and I sleep and I eat like a starved child in the Sudan but I'm just in the rut of life. I don't go out and play like crazy. I go potty then I sit and wait at the door for mommy to let me in. I look very cute waiting at the door where she can see my tiny dark eyes peering through the side light window.
Mom has started to refer to me as the flying dog in the movie, The never Ending Story. She can't remember his name but she will find out and it will probably stick. That's okay because I would fly if I could.
I just see it is the ears. My nose doesn't look like I hit a wall.
How dare you call your itty bitty little tiny puppy dog THAT CREEPY THING? Take it back. Take it back now.
ReplyDeleteI don't see it either Michele. Turns out we are pretty sure I had sunstroke. I got a hair cut too short and my delicate pink skin is too sensitive. Lesson learned. I feel better. A little salt and ice chips and alcohol on my paws.
ReplyDeleteTake good care of my mom while she is there.