Also I was hurt all over and I was still pretty sleepy. Mom and Dad tried their best to make me happy and comfortable by giving me stuff to help me not hurt. But I didn't like this stuff, I made them work to get it into my mouth and sometimes I spit it back out because it tasted bad. They even tried to disguise it in a treat but I figured that one out quickly. No fooling this distinguished hound! But they finally manage to make me swallow it and then I slept.
And slept some more.
This weekend was a blurry haze for me but today I'm feeling much better. Today my appetite returned and I drank lots of water. I also didn't have to have as much yucky medicine either. I was able to get up and move around on my own, although I still hurt. Mom even said she knew I was getting back to normal because I was passing gas (However, she didn't not state it that delicately! And those gagging noises she made were just rude!). I also noticed something new today, the huge lump on my side is gone! I can move around like when I was a young debonair hound. This also meant I could inspect the sore spots on my body. I tried to be discrete about it but the every watchful hawkeye parents caught me in the act. So now I'm stuck in this:
I really hope my lovely lady friends don't see this.
So according to Mom, this means I'm feeling better. However, I'm just feeling humiliated. I see you cats snickering over in the corner. When I'm all healed up you better watch out!!