Ya see anything missing from the following picture?
'THE DOG' was also not invited to hunt for easter eggs with the kiddo-s. But hey. I don't hold a grudge. I tried to help by sniffing out the harder-to-locate eggs... but
Whatever.
So, if being left out of the family fun wasn't enough... a trip to the vets office was in store for me the following day.
First, the muzzle. Thanks Mom, for warning them of how vicious of a dog I am.
Next, weigh-in. Dr. Fox says my weight is perfect...
*holding head high* *clearing throat* *looking straight at mom*
So you can quit saying I'm getting stout ... and tell dad to get that bag of beef jerky back out. I'm ready to eat. I'm hungry. And. I'm of perfect size. The Fox says so.
Diagnosis: A fungal infection and possible bacterial infection. Tomorrow starts meds.
I need to practice spitting. out. pills. Gracie.
