August 16th 2010 9:50 am
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It was Friday evening, Mum just took Hammy into the kitchen for his nighty nighty time. I had all the toys to myself. So I grabbed the last piece of my favorite former leather ball to chew on and then it happened. Mum thought I had it too far in my mouth and was asking me to give it back to her. As I adjusted my bite it went down my throat. I swallowed and it was gone. She was upset, but nearly as upset as I was. That was the last piece. It is all gone! I didn't feel so great Saturday morning and Mum called the Dogtor to see if we needed to come over. He said if things are going in and things are going out Duncan should be okay. We'll have to wait and see. So we are still waiting and things are still coming and going but not my piece of leather yet. I get a bit uncomfortable at times, but as soon as there is something to bark at or chase, aka: Hamish, I'm right there doing it. So Mum says we'll wait and see yet today. If it goes later than that we may need to do something. I don't know what that means. Hope it's something good. Bark at you later!