This morning we had an
appointment emergency! When we woke up mom started rushing around saying "Hurry! Hurry!, We have to take the boys to the dogtur!" Now when me and Stanley heard that we were definitely concerned! "Mom", I barked, "why do we have to go to the dogtur?" Mom shouted back at me that we had the "routines". When me and Stanley heard that, we looked at each other and I asked Stanley what "routines" were. Stanley said, "I don't know Brother but I think it sounds bad." After thinking about it for a minute I decided we must have caught some "routines" when we were on vacation and swimming in the river. OMD! Me and Stanley got the routines!
So mom and dad hurried around and got ready to take us to the dogtur. Me and Stanley just crossed our paws that it wasn't too late and that we could be cured of the "routines". I thought maybe I was getting a fever and Stanley said he was feeling dizzy. We knew it was just a short matter of time and we'd be goners!
We didn't go to our Dr. Eddy dogtur. We went to the Air Force Base dogtur cuz mom said they were better for the "routines" cuz it costs less. "What?", I cried, "We are dying from the "routines" and you're concerned about being on the cheap?" It was so confusing to me but I thought maybe the "routines" had caused my thinking to be foggy.
When we got to the dogtur's office we rushed in and I ran up to the counter.
The lady there didn't come rushing over. I think she did NOT realize every second counts when you have the "routines".
I wasn't getting their attention so Stanley used his loud voice.
Finally the technician came over. Instead of giving us emergency care or an operation or something, she said we had to be weighed! "Good grief people", I cried, "The "routines" are spreading all over our bodies and you want to know how much we weigh?" It just didn't make sense! It felt like I was getting itchy. The "routines" is NOT a disease I wish on any doggie ever!!
Finally they took us into a little room. You will NOT believe what they did. First of all the dogtur told me to bend over and cough (I told you it was a military dogtur). Then she took some of my blood and sprayed stuffs up my nose! The blood part wasn't so bad but the nose spray was just rude! But I was willing to do it if it could save my life from the "routines". All this time Stanley is feeling weaker and weaker. I could tell he was fading fast. "Hang on Brother". I cried out to him. Pretty soon I got off the table and the dogtur did the same stuffs to my brother. I hoped it wasn't too late!
Murphy (21.4 pounds) and Stanley (36.4 pounds)