Oh. The. Pain.

Not much that I can blog tonight. Mom ate beef and vegetable soup. I begged silently with sad eyes. Got her leftover soup. Wonderful…at the time.

Not. Feeling. Well. Oh, the pain. Belly hurts.

My human brother sat down beside me. My lack of verbal skills made it impossible to warn him. He reached to rub under my chin.

Nauseous.

Sorry.

Exhausted. Stomach. Good night.

 

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Sometimes life is ruff

Little did I know when my (human) mom took me to the vet to get "fixed" what it would mean to my future. What bothers me about this whole "fixing" thing is not so much the fact that I've lost my girlfriend next door. I am not happy that I am experiencing a little (whisper....) "bladder incontinence" and this weight gain is exhausting me. I wonder if this is what it feels to be a human female going through menopause. I mean, not to disrespect women (human, canine or feline), but this change just ain't right!

I am considering some type of exercise program. I hear the Retriever down the road is doing "Sweating to the Goldies." I might just give it a try. After all, Yorkies are ideal at 7 pounds and I am nearing (whisper...) e-l-e-v-e-n. Yikes!