Dad took me to see the vet today because I've had diarrhoea for a couple of days. I've been feeling fine but you know how those oldies worry. They panic every time I sneeze!The vet explained that my tummy is still weak after my illness last year. She gave me some special food and some medicine and told Dad to get a muzzle for me.
That sounded well exciting and I couldn't wait until Dad came back from the pet shop. Not a treat after all but some form of medieval punishment. What do I look like!
I can't pick up anything, people think that I bite and I'm so unhappy. No food until tomorrow either. I'm going to bed and if Mum thinks that she will get a photo of me wearing it she has another think coming!
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