Puppy

Here I am with my puppy, Brady. He's pretty big, but mama calls him a baby, too. He has way more hair than I have.

So in other news, Evil Doctor was squishing my belly at my appointment last week, and he decided he didn't like something in there. He said my spleen was too big and made mommy take me to the hospital for some tests. First, mama wouldn't give me my breakfast, and big man put cold jelly on my belly and mushed it all over with a wand, taking pictures of my insides. Finally I was able to eat breakfast, but then two mean ladies in a different room (mama called it "the lab") held me down and drained my blood into a bottle and attached a plastic bag to my private goodies to catch my pee. NOT a good morning.

Then, that afternoon, we drove all the way to the House Ear Institute to have my hearing checked again. I didn't feel like sleeping for as long as the test took, even though mama got to hold me in a rocking chair this time. I think we're going to do it again in a couple of months. Mama says they'll give me something special to make sure I'm sleeping this time, because I'll be old enough then. They said that the one ear they got done was good news, though. It looks like barely a "mild" loss instead of "moderate" like they thought last time.

The doctor called mama that night to say that the test (meganoise? ultranoise? megasound?) showed that my spleen is too big, and that is probably caused by a virus, but we don't know which one. Evil Doctor wants to squish my belly again in a week to see if maybe it was caused by the little cold I had last weekend.

I had a terrible incident this week, too. I woke up during the night and was wiggling around and somehow ended up on my belly. I HATE being on my belly! I peed through my pajamas and was really cold, so I decided to holler for mama. It worked, and she came to save me, except instead of rolling me over, she laughed and said something about wishing she had a camera. She did eventually get me fixed up, but told people it was my first time to roll all the way over, and said I looked like a sky-diver who was freaking out, because only my belly was touching the crib and my head, arms and legs were waving around in the air. Well, I didn't do it on purpose, and I haven't done it again since. Maybe one of these days I'll try it, just to see if mama gets all worked up again.