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I am glad to report that Hilde is feeling a lot better; thank goodness!

I heard mom tell Hilde this morning that if she threw up this morning that she was going to take her to see our doctor. Well, it’s the afternoon now, and Hilde hasn’t thrown up. So, I guess Hilde lucked out.

I also heard mom tell dad that Wooly has to go back to the vet pretty soon to get his thyroid checked again. He’s on medication because it’s out of whack; I guess he’ll be on it forever and ever. As long as it helps him with his weight, I guess I’m okay with it. He doesn’t like medicine, though. Mom has to hide it in peanut butter and fool him into taking it. I, on the other hand, don’t mind taking medicine when I have to. I take my Interceptor pill every month (just like all the others), and I just chew it up unlike the others who have to have it put into peanut butter or bread or something else. It doesn’t taste bad, so I don’t know why the others put up such a fight about it.

Wait, maybe they’re smarter than I give them credit for. They get peanut butter or bread or something else while I just chew up the pill. I ask you–is that smart?

Kasha was being a pain today. She didn’t want to do anything. She wouldn’t go outside and play with me or Hilde. Wooly was still upset about his teeth and so was still cranky. Last night he was very sleepy and did not even try to eat his rice. He was really upset when he couldn’t chew his Milkbones, and all he did was growl at me when I ate mine in front of him. Hey, it’s not my fault mom made him go, and now he has a sore mouth. But, boy, you should have been around when he tried to bite that bone. He doesn’t scare me though; he’s mostly all bark and no bite–no pun intended (hee hee).

     Wooly had to get his teeth cleaned today. I sure am glad it’s not me. Mom took him early this morning, so I just slept until she got back. Maybe I’ll go with her this afternoon when she picks him up from the vet. I doubt it, though, it is still very windy and a little on the coolish side for me. Hilde looked and looked for Wooly this morning; she hadn’t groomed him yet. She does that every morning–beats me why. When I try it, all I get is a mouthful of hair. She probably knows something I don’t. She is a lot older than I am, you know.