Last night was a nightmare. Honestly. From 1 am I had to visit my back yard every 10 minutes. I tried to use both of my doorways, but nothing happened. I ate the whole lawn in my back yard but without results. While I tried to do my business, my tummy became to a gum bubble. I was looking like a barrel on four paws. I howled during my unsuccessful tries and my mom turned into a dog and howled too. She was afraid it could be a bloat or a volvolus ( that sadly has nothing to do with the swedish cars).
In the early morning after a hard night we jumped into the elephant skater and drove to the dogtor, because I had pains and made a kittie’s arched back the whole time. That was the first time that I was happy to see the vet.
As I saw his crib and while my dad went in to ask for an appointment I changed my mind, jumped on the drivers seat and tried to escape immediately. Foolishly he removed the key and some minutes later I squatted on the torture table.
Then the torture started. First he used a thingy what he placed in my composter. Yes, I’m hot, sadly too hot.
As he removed the thingy I thought now the golddigging is over but now came the really gold rush … he plugged his finger into my back door while the vet tech looked into my mouth. Probably she was looking for his finger. He loaded sixteen tons as in this song of recycled treats and an UFO = unidentified food object. No one knew what it is or what it was, but that was probably the reason for the traffic jam. The smell was godawful, but better out than in I think. Now my canalisation was cleared.
I also got two in-check-tions for the in-fections and a laxative. The vet said it needs a while till it works and 10 minutes and some bucks later we drove back to my crib.
We thought we will make it, but unfortunately in the middle of our way I felt an upcoming sewer-problem.
On the same channel where I was together with Bashful I lost the last pieces of antique food.
The staff was so happy and me too. Sometimes life teaches us humility the hard way. First your greatest wish was an overpriced gadget or any useless stuff and later your greatest wish is a dog turd. Sh*t happens…
I had some rice and some chicken today and to tell the truth I feel shi**y. Maybe I feel better after a nice nap and I hope then my back door isn’t no more as red as a taillamp….
HAVE A GOOD TUESDAY ALL. MY THOUGHTS ARE WITH THOSE WHO ARE SAD AND WHO HAVE SORROWS OR PAINS TODAY – MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU AND ME