Wednesday, October 13, 2010

My face got hurt.

My mom keeps asking me what happened but she isn't comprehending the morse code I am sending through the strategic wags of my tail.

A couple of nights ago, the Joe-man noticed my lower eyelid was a little swollen. Mom said it looked a little better on Tuesday morning but then today it swelled up and started oozing. Mom also noticed a lumpy red mark on my cheek. That's when she got worried and thought I got in a fight with one of my big brother dogs.

So Auntie Becky and my mom took me to the Vet first time to this new guy named Dr. Fuller. He was pretty funny. He always asks about the Joe-man and he even told me that I was a BEAUTIFUL dog. My mom's reply was "of course! He is my son!"

The doctor-dude squirted orange antibiotics in my mouth and swabbed my eyelid with some gel stuffs and sent me on my merry way. I'm feeling tired now and want to lay on the back of the couch and rest up from my adventure-filled day.

But first, I want to share with y'all (yes, I'm developing my Southern "bark") this funny photo my mom took from a sign in the waiting area.

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1 comment:

  1. Hope you are all better now. You are beautiful! Your vet has very good taste!


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