Yesterday, I, Daisy, was not feeling well.
I didn't want my breakfast--SHE KNEW something was amiss.
I didn't want to go for a walk.
And while they were gone, I hid.
SHE looked everywhere in the house and in the garden.
But I was VERY well hidden.
After listening to HER yelling and whistling for ages, I came out,
went inside and got under the big bed.
SHE was going to cancel HER morning plans to take me to the
BUT, I came out to have a snack.
(Dodged the Vet as SHE decided to just watch me. SHE also said I was just messin' with her mind.)
I rallied for the mid-day walk and SHE noticed that I was VERY constipated.
A snack of kibble with parafin, and I'm fighting fit again.
I'm glad I didn't have the disease that this dog has!