Can I Have Some Space, Please

Oh, boy I woke up this morning and Dad was up before Mom.  Hmm, something is fishy.  Why is Dad's hideous and obnoxious alarm shrieking in my ears so early?  I watched as he hit the snooze and allowed that wicked thing to keep shrieking every few minutes and then he finally got up and got dressed.  Why is Dad up before us?  Mom got up and took me out to potty and we came back in but I didn't get my breakfast....Hello, breakfast?  I followed her, I waited patiently.  Then they put my harness on me...what's going on?  Then Mom waited with me while Dad moved the van up out of the mud.  Oh, boy I know what that means.   I'm going for a ride...Yeah!  Dad and I hopped into the van and away we went.

What they failed to tell me is I was going back to the Dr.  Why?  I was just there Monday.  I keep telling them I am fine.  They don't tell me when something is wrong but they forget I have this super special ability to tell exactly what they are feeling good or bad.  I know their every mood, I can even read minds.  Shhhh, I don't think they realize this.  I was too distracted by the ride and the possibility it would also include a walk I forgot to read Dad's mind.

We went into the little room with the hard tile floors and the fold up into the wall metal table that I've never even used.  If the Dr.  needs to check things out he always comes down to the floor and meets me at my level.  That's what I like about my friend the Dr.  he is so friendly.  He even lets me give him sloppy kisses.  I don't think there's anything sloppy about them but Mom, Dad, and the Dr. all say they are sloppy.  Kinda rude I think.  The vet tech guy that thinks I'm pretty cool came to get me and take me into the scary back (that's where they take you when they want to stick you with ouchy sharp needles).  Luckily my friend the Dr was passing by in the back and stopped to say hello.  He also looked at my spot.  Then he sent me back before they stuck me with the needle.  Whew, I knew I liked my Dr. friend.  The vet tech guy took me back to Dad.  After a little while the Dr. came into the room and talked with Dad and told us he didn't need to do any blood work because I didn't need surgery.  The spot that has been there for several months and hasn't improved is now all of a sudden getting better.  I can't believe it they were planning on me having surgery and no one had bothered to tell me.  Why am I always the last to know?  The Dr. did say he could remove all my other lumpty bumps as Mom and Dad calls them but he wouldn't bother the one we were having issue with because it's not as inflamed and yucky looking as it was.  He said if it was that dreaded word it wouldn't look be improving or behaving as this is.  Mom and Dad said they can live with my lumpty bumps but they wish I would quit growing them.  I wish someone would tell I don't exactly enjoy having a "goat horn" on my head. 

I think we got the best news ever NO SURGERY !!  YEAH  !!!

I've heard Mom talking to God a lot and she said he sure must love me because he has helped me out and watched over me and healed me several times before.  Mom believes he must love me since he created me and always taken care of me and protected me. 

Now that it's official and all that there will be no surgery can someone please tell Mom to give me a little bit of space, please.  She's been hovering all over me.  A Queen needs her space and she knows I do not like to share my couch.

Thank you God for hearing our prayers

Emma