Poor me.

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.

Poor me.


I don't feel good!
I don’t feel good!
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