August 25th 2010 9:58 am
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My typist has been slacking lately. Something about her being busy with us and that work thing. Anyway I am now fine. My last piece of leather toy made it through my system. Mum did take me to see the Dogtor last Tuesday with Hamish. We had a good time together barking up a storm every time someone new would come in the waiting room. The Dogtor did some rude things to my hinder but everything was okay. Hamish finally got his shot. His skin was cleared up enough that they weren't afraid to give it to him.
Oh, it time to head out in the yard for our privacy please break and some play time. Bark at you later if I can get the typist to work.
Dat r a wewief, Duncan!! Mabbe du nod eat toyses, 'kay?? I kno' it r ezeer sayded dan dunded, doe!
Yu an' Hamish hab becomeded a GWATE teem!!!
I'm glad everything turned out okay.
Oh, Caileigh wants to say hi to Hamish.
WHEW! Glad it came out!
Duncan, I bet that was a relief, huh?
Poor old football toy. All good things come to an end.
Srsly, glad you are feeling better, and Hamish too.
You aren't supposed to eat your toys - just destroy them!