It's Samantha. I woke up this morning and didn't feel good AT ALL. I didn't want to lift my head up, or get out of bed or even take a treat. Once Mom forced me to get up I was limping a little too. You know what that means....I had to go to the D-O-C-T-O-R. I didn't even care about looking out the windows of the Brat Mobile.I was poked and prodded and they said I had a fever of 103.9, but all my other pieces and parts were ok. They said my body must be fighting off something and hopefully I'll be better in a couple days. I'm only tinkling a little at a time though so they are worried a little about that. They stuck a giant needle the size of the Empire State Building in my butt and sent home a bunch of antibiotics too I have to swallow. Now I'm stuck in the front bedroom all by myself to "rest" and I have some people food to sucker me into eating and drinking. I hope this goes away soon so I'll feel like playing and doing fun stuff, being sick is no fun. Mom says we only get sick on major holidays and weekends when the regular doctor is closed. I don't think I'll be awake to watch the ball drop tonight.
Woe is me.
(PS from the human....any ideas of anything to make her feel better? Should I be worrying more than I already am?)