My mom is trying to line u some movers so we can be on our way in two weeks. First, she says, she wants to get some rooms painted. Then she wants to get the rugs treated. Not for me, of course. I have perfect manners. But Ophelia likes to toss up a hairball now and then.
I’m feeling better and totally tired of this bland diet. The vet suggested adding some vegetable broth to my food. Like that really makes a difference.
The canned food is delicious but my mom refuses to allow a diet of 100% canned food. Lots of hassle, she says. Environmentally unfriendly. And not as good for my teeth.
Luckily I can still go for walks. I sleep a lot. My mom thinks I’m recovering. I think so too…but who knows? I just hope we’re done with needles for a long, long time. And I can’t wait to go back to the park with my Aunt Sara. It[‘s been way too long. I miss my buddies.