PIA continued all last week to warn me of an impending Terrier attack (or so intelligence suggests); however PIA has been continuously deficient on specifics. Last Thursday the pressure finally proved too much and I suffered what could be best described as a mental breakdown. The symptoms began suddenly Thurday night with continuous pacing and the inability to lay down comfortably. When these symptoms persisted for an hour the servants/parents snapped out of their recent scheming and began to panic. Long story short, we were able to enjoy Thursday and early Friday morning at the emergency vet. After several x-rays and bloodwork the vet was able to rule out the most serious causes, such as Gastro-intestinal injury and a back injury. Ultimately, the vet suspected that I could have serious and very uncomfortable gas. Silly as this sounds, it may be true (the male human suffers the same malady at times). The vet interpreted my nearly four hours of continuous pacing as an indication of severe discomfort (good thing she has a graduate degree), and thought that my inability to lay down even when falling asleep while pacing dictated that a sedative be given; which it was and we happily left the vet at almost 2 in the morning. When I woke up eight hours later I was well on my way to recovery.
This tells you everything you need to know about how I feel. The humans showered me with affection and reassured me that they were not Jack Russell Terrier spies. Thankfully, the recent veto of legislation that would have outlawed waterboarding preserves the option for more "thorough" interrogation of them in the future; and I suspect that they will eventually admit their treachery... regardless of whether or not it is true.
Rest truly is the best medicine.
But I have nothing against rest elsewhere.
My humans did manage to take pretty good care of me. I had them totally at my beckon-call all weekend.
And I was back to playing in no time. (Full Disclosure- this is a picture from when I was a mere pup, but this is what my play looked like). Vigilence Friends!!!
Snarf everydog later,
/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth