Flippin' Out

Pancreatitis!

I was NOT feeling very well last week. When Mom offered me food I ate it of course, but somehow I didn't even notice that it was a meal time. Can you imagine? Also when we went for a walk I kinda hung back and walked behind Mom instead of being in front. Also when The Girl and her friend were making a lot of noise, and the moms were clapping at them, I just didn't feel like barking at them.

Mom thought maybe there was something wrong so she took me to the vet place. You know, I've been nervous about that place ever since the time I went there and all sorts of terrible things happened - I was throwing up and they made me swallow some icky black stuff and they poked me. Mom said I'd eaten rat poison but shouldn't poison taste bad? I did find some new treats in the garage, that's all. Anyways I'm still not sure about the vet, although this time I was feeling so blah that I didn't jump nervously from seat to seat or jump up on the counter to knock down all the business cards there (they're the vets' cards, not Mom's). Well it turns out they were very nice to me (though their butt-sniffing is a bit, um, intrusive) and gave me lots of treats.

Mom said I had a fever and high levels of amylase which she says is a chemical made by my pancreas (one of the organs that would probably be really yummy in say, a chicken). So now I'm getting two pills twice a day (in canned food, yum!) and you know what? I'm feeling much better. In fact, The Girl and her friend are making some noise in the other room so I'd better go see what it is (she was crushing goldfish crackers in there the other day!).