POTP

Hello Friends.

First let me again say a BIG thank you for all the POTP you all have been sending me.  I am still hanging in there, and doing for the most part OK.  Living each day, each moment as full as I can.

Butt I come to you today asking for POTP for my buddy.

That's him right there at the tip of my nose.  My buddy Bert.

Seems my buddy Bert spent Wednesday at the Dogtor.  Why?

Well, Bert ate a ROCK!  Not a pebble, a rock.  Oh he was very sick.  He kept throwing up.  So Miss Vickie took him to the Dogtor.  On the positive side Bert and I share the same Dr. Eddie, and he is wonderful.  Dr. Eddie kept Bert all day rehydrating him and he took pictures of Bert's insides (just like he did with me).  And what he saw was a ROCK and a couple of pebbles.

When Bert came back home I asked him why he ate a rock.  He really could not give me an answer other than it was big and round and he may have thought it was a ball. 

So my friends please send my Buddy Bert all the POTP you can.  On Thursday morning he will have surgery to remove the rock and pebbles.  Dr. Eddie and Miss Vickie say he will be just fine.  After all this is not Bert's first rodeo.  He has had two or three other surgeries to remove rocks AND once a tennis ball (this is the reason you will never see my MOM throw a tennis ball for Bert).  I am sure that Doc Eddie and Miss Vickie are right, he will be fine.  But POTP can only help.

One other thing, on Sunday is Bert's 7th birthday.  In addition Miss Vickie is leaving on the 13th for a vacation.  I told her that I would do my very best to keep an eye on Bert and make sure he does EVERYTHING Dr. Eddie says.  Believe me he will not be eating any more rocks on my watch.

Blessings,
Goose