Pooches, I don’t feel good. Our weekend was a complete washout with non-stop rain. I had high hopes this morning of having a grand excursion today after hearing the rain was gone until late week. Then I found out. A vet visit was planned (not by my but for me). My manservant overpowered me and carried out the fiendish scheme. I was poked, prodded, had blood stolen, and given shot after shot.
We finally returned to our den and I was exhausted. Then I started feeling the soreness resulting from all of the abuse. Now, I don’t feel good.