Big Adventures of a Miniaturized Dog
September 14th 2012 5:49 pm
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It's been a month since my hot summer shave down, and my hair is growing back nicely. My mom's fears have been put at ease. Yet, it would be unlike me to keep mom worry-free for too long. I was squinting and itching my eye for a while, she didn't seem to notice. Then, I stopped her in her tracks one fine day. I must have looked close to frankenstein because she said, "What on earth happened to you?" I cocked my head to the side and pricked my ears forward, wondering what she meant. "Your eye is full of pus!" she told me bluntly. I'm not sure what that meant, but she didn't make it sound good. She put me on her lap and, there I was, in a headlock! Seriously! Then she picked at my eye with the fingernails of death, short but deadly. It kindof felt good because of the itching, but I'm not telling. She had the nerve to squeeze ointment into my eye. She's been doing it for two weeks, and she is still picking pus out of the corners with the fingernails and tissue paper. She looks worried, so at least I have the decency to lick her face after the torture has subsided. Afterall, she is my best friend. She works hard to help my kidney disease, and feeds me tasty canned food, so I'll give her the eye. And she'll give me chest rubs. She has the window to my soul, but I have the key to her heart.