Next day I see Mommy Jean is running around like a chicken with it's head cut off.
She went someplace far away to get what she called "Needles"!
Then that man in the big truck that brings my food in big boxes came and my Mommies were real happy. I don't know why. Cause then they started poking and sticking me and shoving pills down my throat. All this must have something to do with that lady Vet they call a Dr., when she came to have a look at some problems I was having. (yes, my Doctor comes to the house).
Only having three legs, that there gives me a lot of problems. (only one front leg). Mommy Jean says I have Artitis, and that gives me a terrible time.
But the latest "hard knock" came Monday when I was diagnosed with Diabeets! That shook my Mommies, I could tell cause Mommy Jean used some bad words.
So now I get stuck in the back two times a day. I get loads of pills in the morning and at night. But I don't mind cause Mommy Barbara wraps them in good stuff (hamburger, beef, chicken). And also once in a while I get a poke in my ear and then Mommy Jean puts something there that she says will tell them how I'm doin. Go figure. You Humans are the craziest bunch of guys.
Sometimes I wish we four legged furry kids could go live on an Island by ourselves. OH, but then we wouldn't get no good meat, and especially no real HUMAN LOVE! We need that. And you guys really need us!
Hey, it's nap time and I'm really tired. Talk to ya later. Keep my paws dry please!