Big Adventures of a Miniaturized Dog
May 13th 2012 9:28 am
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It's Mother's Day today, and I really wanted it to be nice, but I'm just not feeling very good today. Mom said I was acting strange last night. I insisted on chewing an old toy that was de-stuffed. "Where did you find that thing?" she said with surprise. I never chew or play with toys, so I could understand her confusion. Not to mention her protest at the smell of it, although I kind of liked it. She wouldn't allow me to come to bed with it, so I finally conceded and came to bed emptyhanded. I woke her up from a dead sleep, though. I hate to admit it, but I threw up on her pajama sleeve. She didn't react harshly though, sleep deprivation can do that in humans. She was glad that nothing got on the bed. When we got up this morning for breakfast, my eyes were red and swollen again. "You are a hot mess," she said. Eyedrops and lots of kisses on Mother's Day morning! "You take good care of me," I thought as I licked her hand.