Johanna said because my bark got hoarse and I was coughing some days I had to go see Dr. Mike. Again! Wasn't I just there and he said I was A-OK?! Uh-yea-uh, I think that's true!
But Johanna said I had to go, and I like to ride in the car, so I went. Dr. Mike examined me and said he could not find anything wrong, but maybe they would do an X-ray to make sure my heart and lungs are ok. I thought we could take a pass, but Johanna said yes, that would be nice. Nice!!
This is what it looks like inside jail. Cinder block walls. A thin mattress. Bread and water to eat, and just a few minutes on the basketball court... Oh, wait. That was a movie I saw.
After a while they brought me to the Xray room. You know I am a Big Guy -- look how tall that table is!
I thought perhaps they had made a mistake and they did not mean that they wanted me to lie down up there. I won't show you the next step. Just know that Dr. Mike called me "wiggley"!
Betty had to hold me still on the table so they could take my picture. I guess they're not very good at taking pictures. Johanna never has to hold me still! And she takes lots and lots of pictures of me! Maybe you have seen some of them. They're all over this blog. Only the chickens are more popular. Darned chickens.
After they took my pictures they put me back in jail. And this is what my picture looked like:
Dr. Mike says heart and lungs look fine for "a big guy my age". I like when he calls me a Big Guy. Because I am a big guy. Nice to know someone appreciates it!
Johanna picked me up and we went back to her work for a few hours. I had a nap, and when we left I ate a lot of snow. Then we came home and had dog dinner and now I am writing to tell you: THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH ME! SO DON'T TAKE ME TO DR. MIKE AGAIN FOR A WHILE!
Thank you for your attention.