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Kiss 'N Tell

Bleeding Hearts (and Sides)

I had a tragic week. My parents are now fostering a papillon named Reagan from Pap Haven Rescue. She was really nice and sweet at first, but on Monday night, I was sitting on Mommy's lap when she jumped up on the couch next to me. I gave her a warning growl to remind her I was here first, and she totally took it personally. She chomped down on my side and tore a huge gaping hole in my tiny little flesh. My parents had to run me to the vet's for an emergency visit, and I ended up getting 6 staples in my side. I have to take antibiotics now, which is icky. But, the worst part is that I've likely been traumatized for life. Ever since she attacked me, I've been spending the majority of my days hiding under the couch or behind the kitty condo, and I quiver with fear anytime my parents try to make me come out for food or meds. I'm especially fearful of Reagan. She's been trying to make it up to me by sniffing my bum and wagging her tail, as if to say "Are we cool?" But, I just don't know if I can ever trust her not to attack me again. My parents reported the incident to the rescue people, but they acted extremely accusatory about it, basically saying it was Mommy's fault for introducing us to each other too soon. Well, that doesn't make me feel any better, and it certainly doesn't help my trust issues.

The Littlest Loser

I went to the v-t the other day because I've been gasping and choking a lot, much like Brandy did back when she was alive (which was way before I got here, but I've heard the story many times). I have a narrow esophagus, which makes it difficult for me to breathe. My weight is not helping, either, which is another concern. I'm on a new diet now and I have started to lose weight already! I'm probably the littlest big loser on the planet!

Capital Easter

I got to drive down to Virginia this weekend with my pawrents to visit April and Kirby. Maddy came with us, too. It was great seeing Kirbs again! She spent the night with us at our hotel on Friday. We played pretty much the whole time. I guess we had a lot of playtime to catch up on.
Saturday, we stopped by April's work place (which just happens to be a vet clinic). Then we drove to the nation's capital and took a long walk around the city. I got to see the Whitehouse and the yard where all the presidential pooches run around! I got tired of walking soon, though, and had to be carried the rest of the way. But it was so much fun seeing all those sites that humans consider historic. I just have to wonder if that big white house has a doggie door?