Harvey Woofnagle Wednesday

Mom was glad to see me snoozing like this last night because I spent most of the weekend snoozing on my side - which tends to mean that my neck is hurty if it's not super duper hot outside. Those of you whose beans waste all your precious blogging time on that stoopid Facebook are on Facebook probably already know this, but for those of you who don't, I had to go to the v-e-t on Saturday. I woke Mom up at 3 am with a whimper. And then a full out cry at 6. My neck was hurty again. My neck was so hurty that I couldn't even drop a dookie in the back yard. I would try and then cry and lay down. She was supposed to do a "fun run" (whatever that means) on Saturday, but she stayed home and took me to the v-e-t instead. I gotted my temperature taken (it was horrible, as usual), but that was it for the bad stuff. Just another spinal exam (I'm getting used to those) and then they stealed a little of my bloods. It was ok this time, though, because the tech who held me gave the best.ear.scritches.ever. Mom even remembered to stuff her pockets with Charlee Bears, so it was all good. And yes, these are the treats that I only.got.one.of for my froot bat Friday modeling job. Check out the size of these things. They're teeny tiny! I gotted some medicines to help me feel better and that was it. Since Dad was playing golf that day, we camed home and cuddled up and took a nap. It was pretty cool. I gotted lots of sympathy and Mom fawned over me all day. She even promised to order me some Happy Hearts Dawg Cookies. Total score! I'm feeling lots better now thanks to some good medicines and I'm really digging all the attention. Mom says she's even going to order me a new bed on payday because my Tower of Beds is kind of "unsupportive." I could totally get used to this. Well, except for the hurty neck part. That kinda blows.