December 8th 2005 9:24 pm
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So mommy has told me all about snow. I have waited and waited and now we have ten inches of this doggone stuff! So I loved it at first, mommy kept taking me out so she could take some pictures (she is such a wacko with that camera). I jumped and played and sniffed and licked and mommy warned me of yellow snow. So it was great. We went to sleep and woke up and the snow was almost as high as I am. I couldn't sniff out a place to poo poo and I was really confused. I really wanted to play in this myserious wet, cold, white stuff but I needed to go poo poo too. So I just decided I'd skip the poo pooing and just play around in the snow.

Next morning I wake up and I gotta go BAD....I get outside and darn it if that snow is still there. But I can't hold it. I really gotta go. So I find a corner and squat. Funny how my poo poo just sunk and disapeared in that pretty white snow. But mommy noticed droplets of blood as I walked back in. So she wiped me and I was really bleeding. She went to tell daddy and I went back to the door cause I had to go again. Well she didn't make it in time (she was still putting on her boots) and I had to poo poo right in front of the door. But it wasn't just poo poo, there was alot of blood. Mommy freaked out and got daddy. Daddy went out and shoveled me a place to call my own so I could poo poo with no snow. And what did I do? I started throwing up. Mommy and daddy were so worried, they took me to the vet and by that time (3 hours later when they opened) I was playing, snoozing and having a dandy time. But the vet said I was ok. Must have been stress. Mommy says the snow must have stressed me out. But I really did like it. So now I have to take medicine three times a day. And the dr said I am too big for the yummy pink stuff so I have to eat the crummy pills.

What a day. I should be outside playing in the snow with daddy and instead I got this yucky throw up looking food and yucky medicine that mommy has to force down my throat. This has not been a good day. At least mommy and daddy stayed home with me. I liked that. But I went through all this and my mommy and daddy haven't even given me treats. They keep saying that mean old vet said I couldn't have any.

Every time I visit that mean old vet, it seems I have a bad day. I'll just have to try and stay away. Now how do I make sure mommy and daddy don't t take me there again? I mean seriously, why do they need to stick cold instruments in my poo poo place? Don't they know that is rude?