Before I get chance to lay lip over breakfast bowl, the Mom whisk me off in the trolley!
I fink at first that we are off on a very special 'Mom and Favorite Son Breakfast Adventure' (of my dreams)... but I soon figure out we are on way to doctor place, and I ain't happy!
We get there and me and the Mom we meet wif the Doctor Mark... at which time I learn that my bobo what need removin has got smaller, and at same time... I got another what need lookin over. The Doctor Mark, he say that original tho smaller still need to go. And the new one is callous and nuffin to worry bout.
And then my the Mom hug me and say words bout me bein the good boy and then... P O O F... the Mom is gone.
If there is good fing bout this day it is that I was first to get "ectomy", and I was wakin up by bout 9am. And at 11:20, I was barkin and askin all those good folks to call my the Mom to come get the me!
And she did.
I happy to be home. I am.
And I fink the Bleu is happy to see me on a counta he ask the Mom should he check on the me, she say yes...
And he did!
My heart ain't into much of nuffin... but I want to be in same room and place as my the Mom. So this here is my "come follow me to the big bed and let's get in it" look...
And we did!
And when I get to snoozin right good, the Mom she get up and try forage snack in kitchen. She fink she sneaky and quiet enough and that I too groggy to follow the her...
But I did!
[The lump that was removed was not able to be identified. It has been sent off for analysis, and we expect the pathology report by next Friday February 5f.
I do not mean or want to burden you further, but I will appreciate your prayers and crossed paws in my regard. I am a very good boy, I promise.]