NOT-SO-GENIUS IDEA

Mega thanks for trying to make my heart feel better about Twizzle. Sorry I wasn't here on Friday to tell you that, but I had my paws full with a little problem.

So, remember last week when I was kinda complaining about Dutch getting to score cookies at new Special Vets all the time? And how Bellatrix commented about me needing to find my own itch so I could get a new special vet too? Well, I thought this was a genius idea and decided to try it.

Uhm. Right. Just like the time I tried to fake a heart attack so they wouldn't cut off my boy parts and ended up dying, trying to fake an itch turned out to be a not so genius idea. It started out OK. I thought itchy thoughts and a few hours later these little bumps started showing up on my belly. Itchy bumps. Really itchy bumps. Have a look:

So far, so good, right? I showed my human the bumps and suggested that perhaps a Special Vet might need to fix them. She said no - all I needed a cool bath and something called Benedryl. She gave me a bath and a little pink pill.

Kinda lame because the whole point of the bumps was to score cookies from a Special Vet. The bumps (technical term: hives) were getting really really itchy and the whole pill and bath thing totally wasn't helping. My human wasn't too worried about it - until the hives started to take over my belly.... and spread to my face.

When hives attack!

I guess itchy face-bumps can be kind of a big deal because when one of my eyes started to squish closed, she said it was vet time. And because it was late at night and our regular vet was closed, we'd be going to a Special Vet.

Woo hoo!

Lucky for me, there's a 24-hour Special Vet like 2 minutes from our house. I was really excited when we got there and immediately looked around for a nice desk lady or some sort of cookie window. But no. Instead, they rushed me in the back (without my human) to give me quick exam.

I guess the Dr decided itchy face-bumps weren't going to kill me because they brought me right back to my human. But not before stopping at the scale and telling the whole entire waiting room that I weight 26.5lbs.

Great.

I totally forgot that vet=scale. And since the hives weren't going to kill me or anything, I knew there would be no cookies. I even tried to convince my human that the extra 1.5 lbs must be hive-weight, but she totally didn't buy it.

Super humiliating ice-pack treatment.

So I got to go to a Special Vet, but did not get cookies. We waited for a long time -- sooo long that the hives gave up and went away on their own. My human was really happy about not having to pay a Special Vet bill.

I'm hive-free right now, but the bumps keep coming and going. Our normal vet said the pink pill/cool water or ice pack combo should be enough to make them better. Oh - my human doesn't know I wished the bumps to happen so please don't tell her that part.

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YESTERDAY WAS SPECIAL & SO IS TODAY
The Bay Area had two Whelp Days yesterday: happy happy to Lucy in Walnut Creek and Atticus Monster in Martinez! Today belongs to Dexter in Spokane, WA.

I'll eat as many cookies as possible in honor of your days :)