Sick Puppy

I would say I am sick as a dog, but our dog is getting, shall we say, neutralized this week. He will be feeling a much worse pang than myself. He wasn’t humping legs yet, but he is starting to respond to instincts that only boys know about – learned to lift his leg a couple weeks ago, then proceeded to put a nice mark on a pile of sweaters a couple of days ago … leading to the vet this week. At first I thought I could handle one of his descendants, but I won’t be raising any more puppies for myself. He’s probably the last one. Like I always say: IF there are no dogs in heaven, I’m not going.

No, my sickness is of the cold-sore-throat variety. I can accurately say that since having cancer, this is the first time (2-1/2 years) that I have been sick. Cancer may have been a health hiccup, but damn, what a hiccup. This thing I have, not the flu, is hitting me with left-right uppercuts, but I have already turned the corner. It does tell me more about what I can take physically (less than before), but it also tells me my health is not still compromised – which is very good news indeed!

I am cutting this short so that I can get back to being pampered (somewhat), and save up some energy for the dog days ahead. Thanks for reading! Did you buy your YETI bucket yet???