Only thing that can calm me down right now is Miles Davis ballads. See my (human's) iPhone?So what about Tamadol, I don't care about gravity. My human says I am a flat dog, but I think I am flying. Doing well so far.
So this is me resting comfortably.This is me in silly pink dress. But the dress is covering up my scar. Count'm; 20!! Ouch! But my human is relieved to know that the tumor is completely removed. The doctors think it's really gone. (low likelihood of recurrence, medical talk.)
"How do you do?" not "How did you do?" not "How are you?" Why is How-do-you-do, a form of greeting for humans meeting for the first time? Do they mean "What're you doing?" "What's with your hair?" "Can you tell me how to do this?" Such a funny string of small words.
My human says I am 10 years old, but what's age, but a number. My hair is pretty beige and my eyes are clear brown. I am featherweight at 15 pounds or so.