Pandora is one lucky dog - FatBoy found out yesterday that she has diabetes, too, just like Samantha. Why can't I have diabetes? Oh, woe is me.

I passed my blood test - whoopie!

I overheard a message on FatBoy's answering machine, where Dr. Cold said everything looked normal except for something called a Thyroid Test, where I scored 0.9 instead of 1.0 or higher. That's close enough, right? Since they never let me attend school, I'm not sure ...

Woopie! I got to go visit my friend, Dr. Cold Stethoscope today.

FatBoy seemed concerned about my bad dream at 3:30 this morning. (okay, so I did "wet the bed" right afterward - my bad!). This seemed to spook FatBoy enough to take me to the vet. As soon as I got out of the car - I saw The Bug again and had to have a taste. And, just like last time, I started frothing like crazy out in the parking lot. Then, as soon as I got inside .. well, I don't remember what happened. FatBoy says I had a seizure right there in the waiting room, all legs extended & twitching and frothing badly (I don't remember any of this - he could be making it up).

Anyway, Dr. Cold took me in the back room and gave me a diazepam (Valium) and drew some blood and took an X-ray of my back left leg (it's been bothering me for a couple weeks, hence my hopping). He told FatBoy that I may have something called "epilepsy" but that's hard to diagnose. He also said that the results of my blood test will be back tomorrow. Gee, I sure hope I pass!

I waited until FatBoy left the house, then I uploaded a photo of one of the short dogs (that purr) onto this website: Scrooge yourself. I wonder if anyone will notice?