I got to go to work with mom again today cause I got more stitches. I went to see the woman in the white jacket that gives me shots yesterday and she was not there, so the man in the white jacket that has known me for all my life came to see me. I am glad cause the woman in the white jacket that gives me shots made my butt hurt and cut open my stomach. She must have told the man in the white jacket all about it cause he tried to be funny and told my mom that he was sorry he missed the "grand opening." My mom laughed and I did not. I did not think he knew about the thing I swallowed two weeks ago, but he knew all about it. My dad was right when he said that women talk too much.
Anyway, my mom and dad thought that I had a rash, but they were wrong. The man in the white jacket said that I burned myself real bad and he had to cut on me and sew me up just like the woman in the white jacket did. I told him that I don't like him anymore. He and my parents don't know what I burned myself on and I wont tell.
My dad said I was stupid cause I burned the other side of my body too. I don't know what hot means, but dad says I need to learn.
My mom told me that I was going to have to get a job cause I was costing her and dad too much money. I am a good dog. Why should I need a job. I have one. I eat, sleep and meet my parents when they come home. What else is there to do?
I have 14 stitches in my side and I lost count of how many still in my stomach. I told mom that that has to be a record of some sort and I should get free treats and money. She did not laugh. The man in the white jacket that I used to like said I would need more in my other side next week. My tissues are dying where I burned myself and he has to cut out all the bad tissues. Why? I don't know but I promised him I would be a good dog.
