Resting after bum baf. Hoomin put me in the round, soft thing, covered me up with Auntie Jane's knit and administered headrubs to no end. I think I snoozed. After the I got the usual powder, I disapproved and fussed, eventually settling down with a treat.
Hoomin said I keep him on the straight and narrow at the tarpits. He says every time he gets a brilliant idea for a soliloquy on something or other, he looks at a drawing of my mouf on his computer screen. I sayz to him "Don't do it man, don't do it!" he sayz. Then he rolls up his yapper and he iz a good code monkey again, he iz.
Why do I have to keep reminding him that he's there to make my saaaalad monies?!? Hoomins.
On a sour note, my sneezing has not improved significantly. I'm afraid he'll talk to the vet again. Hm....
My scald spots are healing well and he keeps trimming the more hairy, matted bits.
So there you have it. We'll keep on keeping on and we'll keep you posted.
- Mr. Bun