Hi everybody. Pug will probably say I didn't get here until so late because I'm a fat slacker, but the truth is I haven't been feeling 100% and had to go the vet today. First I had to skip breakfast, then I had to go to the vet. Then I had to recover from going to the vet. And now I'm here to tell you how exhausting a trip to the vet can be.
Before I saw the doctor, I had to see the scale. I've never really understood why Pug hates the scale so much - until today. After 10+ years of scale love, all of a sudden I'm fat. Or at least fatter than I was last time we saw each other. Almost 5 pounds fatter!!
After the scale (and Pug) told everyone how fat I am, the doctor did some poking and things got stuck into places I don't wish to talk about. They sucked my blood, then they sucked my pee. Out of my body. With a needle. It didn't hurt but that doesn't make it any less weird.
By the time it was all over, I had nothing left to give. All I wanted was breakfast and a nap. So I ate. Then I collapsed on the Spoonk mat for a nap. A long, loooooong post-vet nap.
Hugs + Spoonk,