Oh, what silly alpha dogs I have!  I know they mean well and that they have my best interest in mind, but really.

Last night they decided to do a little "research."  They thought if all else failed, they could maybe make me into a zombie.  The watched Dawn of the Dead and Shaun of the Dead to pick up some tips.  Well, let me tell you that I'm more than a little relieved that it turns out only people can be zombies.  Us dogs are safe.  As if I would ever consider being one of the undead...  I mean really...

So today was my big trip to go meet Dr. Harris.  She was really nice and gave me and Lyle both a biscuit (yeah, we dragged him along too--didn't think we could trust him home alone all afternoon).  And it wasn't one of those dry low fat ones either.  Mmm, biscuits.  Mmmmmm.

Back to the story, I was looking really pretty in my new collar.  The boss ma'am painted it real nice.  She said that I'm the sun, moon and stars and that my collar should reflect it.  Right off the bat, the veterinary technician (sorry, I didn't catch her name) and Dr. Harris say how nice it looks.  Treats and compliments are always good in my book.  Well anyway, she checks me out.  She says that I'm doing VERY WELL on my protocol.  I have a real small bump left.  The bigger bumps were my salivary glands!   Nothing to worry about at all!!!  Of course I need those!  Anyway, she changed my protocol a little and said that if the small bump doesn't to away by Monday to give her a call back and she will start me on a new protocol.  

I have to say, we had a little celebration of Arby's sandwiches (Mmmm) and fries (Mmmm) followed by Little Debbie cakes (Mmmm).  It isn't a celebration without cake you know.  Well, maybe the Arby's wasn't so much for celebration as for lunch.  It was getting late and we were two hours from home.  We got home a little late for dinner, but my supper was only fifteen minutes late so it was okay.

I'm a little tired now (she slipped me a mickey--what ever that means) so I think I'll cut this a little short. 

Die cancer.  Die!  It seems to be working.

Peace, out.

Little Bit