She kept saying I was gonna have to go to the *gulp* vet. I prayed, "please god in doggie heaven, let me get better". I even tried to run on it to show mom I was A-okay. But it started to get gookie and slimy and I knew she was ready to make the appointment.
Then a crazy thing happened. I got to go to gramma n grampa's house. Grampa E. is a real live doctor of the human kind and gramma E. is a real live edumacated nurse. Together with the help of my moms superb restraining techniques and the other human's strength,
I was sooner than later treated, dressed and wrapped up. I was perscribed antibiotics and had my dressings changed regularly and before you knew it, I was good as new, running around in all four paws again! I love my new gramparents. Because they must really love me to go through all the trouble. My mom says they're her heroes for takin care of her baby. Yep. That's me. My moms baby. What she doesn't realize is that she's human and I'm k-9 but shhh...what she doesn't know can't hurt her!