I'm having a really hard time walking. I keep falling down and sometimes I can't get myself back up. I heard them say I looked drunk, whatever that is. Mom keeps staring at me with this worried, sad look on her face and following me around. I made my way out to the front porch and here I am contemplating how bad my kitchen sucks now.The big baby Tucker wants to post some self-indulgent pictures of himself so I'm signing off. I'm sure Mom will be on here telling everyone my medical issues soon as always. I guess the HIPAA rules don't apply to dogs.
Off to find somewhere cool to rest - Thrawn