So on this Saturday morning of the 8th, I am
having breakfast around 8 A.M. because that’s as early as I was able to drag
myself out of bed. Puppy had already fixed himself waffles and milk and was
ready to head out the door to observe any neighbor smoking that comes out of
their house first. I figured something was up, so sure enough he had run out of
paper to use as rolled up cigarettes, so he had gone through my purse and taken
four dollars, had rolled them up and taped them as substitutes. But I didn’t
find these until later that morning. So let’s just say he was a happy camper
because he was getting his imaginary fix on cigarettes.
In one of his check-ups on me, I was able to have him help
me with laundry chores, so the entire morning wasn’t lost. However, we had an
invitation from Ms. H to attend her son’s birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese at
noon. Let’s just say the morning flew by and we were at the party. The only
problem is that Puppy has been complaining of chest pains for a few days this
week so I figured I better have him checked. With Puppy, it could be anything.
It’s not easy to know because he doesn’t have the vocabulary to describe his
pain or location very well. He’s been going through so many issues these days
that I was thinking it was just anxiety or nerves because it usually comes
around the time he’s stressed about something he did. He was looked over by a
doctor at a clinic and he guessed it may be heartburn because test results were
normal. We picked up our prescription for Zantac and went home.
Boy, this story is really going to drag out since I’m writing
early in the morning and not having enough time. Once again, to be continued.
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