Hello? Internet? It's me, Sophie. I'm here because Pug, Dutch and somebody named Frank couldn't be. The people said I should tell you about Dutch and I said I just met him last night and it was only for a few minutes. He's very tall and is covered in spots. Seemed like a nice guy. What more can I say?
Tell everyone about our trip to the hospital today.
Oh. The hospital. We went there today to visit Dutch. He didn't seem all that happy but everyone was excited anyway. The doctor people unhooked his tubes so he could go outside in the sun to pee. Holy squirrels! He peed the biggest pee I have ever seen. His person said it was from all the fluids. I was worried he sprung a leak.
Dutch has a funny haircut now and a belly zipper just like the one I had after they took my girl parts away. Don't worry, he still has his boy parts in real life. His person cut them out of the picture because everyone knows the internet is no place for pictures of your parts.
If you ask me, Dutch is going to be fine. Today I could smell I'm going to be fine all over him. Trust me: the nose knows. We'll still visit him again tomorrow. The doctor people think he might be ready to come back to my house in a day or two. It will be awhile before he can go back home to Pug and California.
I will leave you with a poem:
Try not to worry
Yes, he loves a boy named Justin
(and the color pink)
but don't let that fool you!
Inside he's a fighter
than you think.
PS: I think all your love today saved Dutch's person from imploding. Leaking human = bad, but OK.
Imploding human = very very bad.