Gettin my cowboy on...This here is Howie
I was having tummy bubbles again last week, so maw took me back to the doctor for another visit. I am feeling much better now, so I have no idea what all the fuss was about. She gets hysterical every time I leave a squirty pile in the yard, even though I told her I was leaving those strategically for when Annie chases her ball, like little poopy traps, so to speak. Annie stepped in one jest the other day and walked away from her ball in a big sulk. I wisht you cudda seen it. It was priceless.
Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman gave me some pills so maw has to give me an extra meal at bedtime now, so it all worked out to the best. Now if I could jest get offa this special diet and get my scrambley eggs and cheese again, I'd be a happy pug. You will be shocked and awed to learn that none of us are getting any of those delicious necessities any more, maw says no more table scraps fur the pugs on accounta my pancrea-yay-titis. Have you ever heard such hooey in your life? SOS!!!!
