Sicko

Summer Colds Suck. Or so I am told. I honestly don't know the difference between a summer cold and any other kind. And to be honest, I think it's a silly term, because I am perfectly warm. But so worketh the humans.

Anyway, it appears that I have such a "cold." Or that is what Mom thinks. Word on the street is, I am going to the vet today to have it properly diagnosed, but my sniffling, sneezing, runny nose, can't rest symptoms have Mom pretty convinced she's right. Unless I have developed an allergy to Chance, which seems unlikely at this juncture.

The biggest issue with this cold thing is the sniffles cramp my style. As a chihuahua of leisure, I like to spend lots of time lying in the bed and on the couch on my back with my paws in the air, preferably receiving belly rubs from the parental units. But my sniffles have prevented this from being a long-term comfortable position, as I quickly start snurfling and sort of coughing. It's unpleasant and I would like it to be fixed. STAT.

On top of it all, it's POURING today and apparently it intends to do so for the duration, so my walk to the vet will be unpleasant. At least Chance will come along for the jaunt. Misery loves company.

Well, Mom starts her last year of law school (Ed. Note: Thank DOG) on Thursday and needs to do some reading on something called "Tax," so I am signing off for now for a nap beside the reading Momster. But I will update you all on my condition later today or tomorrow, once the diagnosis is final.

Sniffle,

C

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