Whimper. (I'm a puppy. My weight loss is actually my weight gain. Do not call the ambulance for me.)
Papa lied. He says I misunderstood, but I think he lied. He said that if I were a boy puppy that I'd be going to the veterinarian to get tutored, but since I was a girl puppy, he used a different word. I don't think I feel smarter.
I'm feeling much better today, but I'm still whimpering some. I got a lot of love from papa last night. I just tucked my nose in under his arm and cried when he laid down on the floor with me.
Excuse me. I have to go see if I can't get under this shirt at my stitches. He catches me fast and I pretend like I'm not trying, but I am. (Nobody PM him about this.)
He said he put the shirt on me so I'd look pretty, but I think he's trying to keep me from licking.
