Spike had to go to the Vet this evening to find out why he's leaking. For the bargain price of $199.20, he received a urinalysis, a probe in an area where things should only come out and never go in, a blood test with a big scary needle and two prescriptions.
To reward him for being such a brave little guy, I took him to the FrosTop (my generic name for every little ice cream shop) and bought him the doggie treat special. We walked across the street to the park and I sat the bowl on the grass and waited for him to discover it on his own.
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Hey, Spike! Sorry you're not feeling well. My mom doesn't take me for ice cream when I leak...she just smacks my heiney and yells a lot. Would you like a little brother? Your friend, Stewey.
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