Tomorrow is the last day that I have to take the medicine that is the worse to take. It is a pill that Mom has to dissolve in water and then she puts it in a syringe and shoots it in my mouth. It is a rude thing to do to a guy. I have to take it three times a day and I can't eat for an hour after I take it. Blah!
I have to take antibiotics for 14 days. We sure don't want the infection to come back.
I wanted to play with a toy this morning, but Dad said no. All my toys are put away. Dad says I need to wait a little longer.
When the medicine wears off, I am ready to go. Last night, when we came out of the RV, I did my "stand" that Mom says looks like Ralphie from a Christmas Story. He comes out of the house with his BB gun and the way he stands is the way that Mom says I stand. I don't get it. Anyway, I did that and Mom kind of stomped her feet. I tried to take off running, but that darn leash. Mom apologized and said she shouldn't have done that. She didn't think I would get excited. Duh, Mom!
Last night, the folks went grocery shopping. When they got home, I let out a howl. BOL! I have few inhibitions when I am drugged.
The Greyhound Who Is Feeling Much Better