It all began as a normal day here in Auburn, Alabama at the Alabama State Good Sam Rally. I got up early with Dad and took my morning walk to relieve myself....AFTER Dad made his first cup of coffee. Dad used one of my pretty purple bags to snag my droppings...and then he used a second bag before he had even finished his cup of coffee. I heard him tell Momma that he had trouble getting a clean pickup as my stool was loose. He had to pick some of that pretty clover along with my leavings. By the time "Uncle" Bob finally crawled out of his sack and stepped out of his rig, I had used half a roll of my purple bags. What a colorful collection of pretty tied packages. All I had to do was sit by the door and give a soft whine and I was hustled out the door for another bag collection.
Let's see, I forgot to mention that earlier that morning I had to lay still on the tailgate of our Ram so Dad could use his dremel to give me my pedicure. I'm really not too sure about this 'pampering' but Dad said if I laid real still, it would be over in a flash.....and then he had Momma rest her hands on me so it would be over in a flash. I have to admit, it gets quicker every time.... as I am getting used to the sanding and grinding. All that took place before 'Uncle' Bob even made his morning appearance. Now you may think that took most of the morning, but Bob was up early for him because he and Kathy took off in a northerly direction heading for upstate NY today.
After they left, Dad asked Momma what our current zip code is so he could type it into his computer search. I thought he was looking for a barber shop because he is getting a bit shaggy and needs some grooming himself. Later, I found out what he was really researching.
While I took my morning nap, Momma and Dad zipped downtown to fill the tank on the Ram. They saw Bob Ward on the way out and they swapped site location info. Sure enough, Bob came by on his cart when they returned and suggested dining out for lunch...as soon as Reba finished using the FREE washers and dryers. That was when I found out that my parents had decided I was just pooping tooo much and I needed to see a doctor..now I even was passing some blood. Bob said that Auburn has loads of Veterinarians which Dad and Momma discovered when did their computer search. (Ahhh..the zip code research project)
So after lunch, I was scooped up for a short drive to see Dr. Chris who studied my purple bags and told Momma and Dad that he didn't see any parasites...but he did see lots of twig and yard debris. Okay, so I LOVE a good chew on a stick or two. And I LOVE to pull up the grass to peek at the roots. And maybe I do sample more than I should. Who knew that it would irritate my colon? Dr. Chris said I was just being a puppy and they didn't need to be too concerned....even though I did zip outside for two more poops while I was at the vet's. And yes, my inflamed colon would produce some blood but that's the nature of it all. Dr. Chris got real up close and personal with his hands all over me and a thermometer up my sore butt. Would you believe I weigh 22 pounds? I wonder if that's because my new, big adult teeth are a tad heavier? Doc made me open my mouth and showed Momma and Dad the few puppy teeth I had left and all the new teeth that I now have. Hey, maybe my butt is sore from swallowing all those puppy teeth that fell out of my mouth? Now there's a thought, but Doc didn't seem to want to give me a break. He blamed it all on my stick and grass obsession.
Now I have to admit, one of the reasons that Momma and Dad were so concerned with my poops had to do with my new friend.
So with that comment weighing in the back of their minds and my liquid excretions having a bloody appearance, maybe my parents shouldn't be considered over protective???? You decide.
I'm Chloe
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