Jamie’s lab results came back OK. He has the “strep” but not the big nasties that would have sidelined him for a long time.
Mom has made up her mind and found Jamie a new doctor. He’s a very nice young man and Jamie got along with him well. She just has to do the paperwork and off he goes with someone new. Mom bought Jamie Popsicles, Italian Ice, Ice Cream (mint chip), Gatorade, 7Up, Ginger Ale, lots of flavors of Soup, and so forth. Mom told me Jamie’s voice is very, very, hoarse and he can barely speak. I don’t know how Jamie got a horse in there – maybe when he said, “AAAAH” for the doctor – but it’s there, I can hear it!
I have to tell you my near-escapes. The first was yesterday, when Jamie had to get shuffled around from doctor to lab. Mom had been planning on giving me a baff that day. So I dodged the bullet (the hairy bullet, hee hee hee!)
This morning she was going to give me the baff but the weatherman said it was going to rain. Mom didn’t want me covered in mud so she put the baff off again! I’m lucky so far. Mom says “definitely” baff by Sunday. Rats!
Thank you to everyone who posted good wishes for my young human, and for the words of encouragement to keep Mom sane. These are very much appreciated!
Woof! Love, Maggie