Nawwww, who’s a good boy?
It’s my birthday – I’m 8 today!
Dear Dog Park humans,
I may only understand about fifteen spoken words, but I know what you’ve been saying about me:
That Huggy is fat. And lazy. And probably depressed.
Well, I have news for you people: I HAVE A THYROID CONDITION.
Yes, that’s right. I am officially one sick puppy.
And I had to all but expire and break out in lesions before anyone figured it out.
Sheesh.
Lucky my mummy disobeyed the pool boy (she lets him sleep in her bed, but in the things that matter, she’s the boss).
He said don’t waste your money on any expensive blood tests. But she said that I’m worth it (and I am).
After only two weeks of twice-daily vegemite licks (with some tiny pellet in it that I can’t be bothered spitting out), I’m a new beagle.
I’ve dropped two kilos and five years! I can do backflips again when Mummy puts on her togs.
Even the pool boy is happy. He says we can amortise the cost of the vet fees and drugs over the extra five years I’ve been granted. (A month ago he thought I wouldn’t make eight, but today I proved him wrong – Happy Birthday to me!)
He also says that I’m a good boy, a very good boy – and yes I am.
[If you want to see just how much my humans have always loved me – click on this link Confessions of a dog owner | Christine Bongers]
