So last night was not a good night for me. It started off great...had a day of fun at grandma's house then I ate something and it was all downhill from there. Mom got all worried because I was making a funny sound, the vet said it was nothing, but mom and dad have something they called "instincts" and they knew something was off. After my worried dad had to go off to work, mom and I settled into our usual routine. She watches some trash TV and I sleep on the sofa. Normally I like to take up a cushion to myself and s p r e a d out, but last night I wanted to just cuddle with mom. Now mom loves a good cuddle, but when I give up my sofa and just lay across her lap, she knows something is wrong. I kept making that funny sound, it was so bad I couldn't sleep! Imagine a pug deprived of her sleep...the nerve. So mom decided we're going to have to go to the emergency room. We're lucky to live close to one, so within a few minutes we were in the back and off to see a doctor. After he molested me, ahem I don't think I'm coughing from that end thank you very much!, he decided I would have to stay.
Hours later, some drugs in my system and a giant probe in my mouth, he found grass wrapped around my tonsil. Now I didn't know that was possible, or that I even had a tonsil, but there it was. I was super sleepy after that and mom had to come get me real late at night. Way past our bedtime.
I'm feeling a little better today. Not my normal crazy self. I know I'll be back to feisty me tomorrow. Does this mean I'll stop eating grass? Nope! Dad better mow our lawn fast.