Sick puppy

Well, I've eaten something yucky. When my mommy and daddy were gone today Jaz and I got into the trash. Mom was glad that Daddy had just taken out the trash, so there wasn't much in there, but I've eaten something I shouldn't. At least that's what mom thinks. I'm kind of whiney, and wimpering a little. I can't tell her what's wrong. I wish she could understand me. She keeps saying she hopes I'm feeling okay. I wish I felt okay. She isn't sure if it's my legs, my back, or my belly.

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