Today started out like any other. Mommy rising early, taking a shower, getting my needs ready for the day (water, food, etc), checking on email from overnight, reading the news, getting ready, making tea and chicken. She got to the office a few minutes behind today only because she was putting the clean dishes away.
I assume my position and Mommy begins her meeting. As lunch roles around, Mommy awakes me from my slumber and takes me out for what I think will be a walk. In reality, I realized we were going to the car. And then, I freaked. I stopped dead in.my tracks. Mommy had to carry me to the car. I get more nervous at every turn the car makes, thinking I’m going back to the place that made me feel pain. Instead, I was going to the groomer.
In reality, that wasn’t bad, but boy did I make Mommy think I’d never be able to get in the car again. My groomer took great care of me and I must admit, made me feel fresh and new!
Once I got home, I ran right out of the elevator, pulling Mommy down the hall. Mommy thought I needed to go potty, instead I wanted a treat for being such a good boy. I just wanted chicken (which Mommy gave me a lot of).
Now I’m resting comfortably.
Mommy assures me I won’t need any work for awhile. I sure hope so. I am tired of being poked and prodded.
And now, the statements.


















































