a turn for the worse... and then better

for christmas, i went on an arduously long adventure in my new bright orange celltei bag. on the morn of christmas eve, i cabbed to laguardia airport and hopped on a us airways flight to philly. although the flight itself was a smooth affair (i was allowed to sit on mom's lap), not everything went so well once we reached the ground. we had to wait for hours for the ground crew to move the luggage out of the way so we could taxi to the gate and deplane. by the time we stepped foot in the airport, our connecting flight had long gone.

mom and i then stood in line at special services for a couple hours before luckily snagging a later flight to erie (the woman in front of us had to wait two more days for the next available connecting flight!) by the time we reached erie, it was 2am.

in erie, i met my extended family including my doggie relatives. although i was concerned about spreading my kennel cough to happy and nini, i couldn't resist romping around with my newfound pals.

on my flight back to new york from erie, mom and i volunteered to give up our seats for two roundtrip tickets and an upgrade to first class! in first class, i wanted to order champagne, but i'm still underaged. (there's a pic of me sitting in my very own seat next to mom, above.)

the night i came home, i started coughing even more than usual. it was difficult to breathe, and i couldn't sleep. a couple days later, to my delight, i returned to visit my vet/lover. he took some intimate pictures of me (and my insides) and then diagnosed me with... *gasp* ... pneumonia. he hooked me up with some harder drugs and told me they'd make me feel really good.

he was right. i'm now chillin like a villain...

My First Kiss

I am now a man. I stole second base on Saturday and went straight to third -- with my vet. It may have been in the way that he touched me or in the way that he looked at me, but immediately, I sensed a connection. I couldn't overcome the urge to lick his lips and more. I didn't care that my parents were there. I didn't care if the world watched.

Then, after some heavy petting, he proceded to check my stats. He left no fluff unturned. As the denoument neared, he "checked my temperature," if you know what I mean.

Before I left, he congratulated me on a job well done, hooked me up with some drugs and gave me a tender kiss.

I can't wait for my next appointment.

*hack hack hack*

tracheobronchitis blows. give me some robitussin and love me.