That is correct! I am Sam. I am a beagle. The best beagle. I have taken over the blog today, as I am not a happy camper. I'm sure you folks remember me from the two (yes 2) stories that I dictated to the person doing this blog, one appeared in Volume 2 of IF ONLY I COULD TALK, and the other is in the new Volume 3.
Don't tell me I can't tell stories! I am one of the best. Probably the best of all time.
But today, boy am I an unhappy beagle. Very unhappy. Capital letters UNHAPPY.
The lady of the house, also the lady of the blog, and the lady who wrote the books and the lady who takes the pictures, and the lady who knows what else, proceeded to take me to the Vet yesterday. I don't mind going, don't like it, but put up with it. They weighed me in - I had lost 3 pounds. Not that I wanted to, I was forced into it. By the Vet. Who proceded to cut my canned dog food allowance per day in half. He is trying to starve me!
Then he proceded to prod and poke me. I had heard boss-man (that is my owner , at least he thinks so, for you folks that don't know us) say he had found a small lump on my back and it needed to be checked out. You can't see it, so it does not affect my beautiful self. It doesn't bother me, so there again it has no affect.
The Vet's helper, a really nice lady that seems to know my boss-lady, and I had a very nice visit waiting for the Dr. to appear. She even fed me 2 treats. Coco is not going to be happy when I get home, as he will check my breath first thing to see what I had that he didn't, na n'na n'na. I got a treat you he didn't....
But back to whatever. The doctor found 2 lumps. The Dr. decided I needed surgery. SURGERY!!!! I have had surgery twice, once when I was a puppy and had my belly cut, once a couple of years ago when they discovered a lump on my back and it was removed. They found nothing majorly wrong. So why have they decided to do surgery again? I guess they need the money.
So here I am, scheduled for surgery on December 28th. Have to be there before daylight. Can't have anything to eat. That is the worst. What are they trying to do, make me lose more weight?
It was interesting last night when boss-man came home and was informed of my pending surgery. I am beginning to feel like a celebrity. Impending Surgery!
He just looked at me and informed me that I was really getting to an expensive dog to have around. What does he expect. Aren't movie-star beautiful lady dogs supposed to be expensive? After all, the upkeep to keep me looking good has to be paid by someone, and lucky him, he has been elected.
I'll let boss-lady have her blog back tomorrow. I just had to vent, and what better way than using her blog. In fact, this was kind of fun. I may have to take over every once in a while.
I was starting to think I would never get my blog back. As you can see, Sam (Samantha) is a very determined little dog. She does keep us on our toes. So I hope you enjoyed her blog, if you didn't I'll never tell her, as she might take over again and say some rather nasty things.
So think about poor Sam and her impending surgery, have a good day and God Bless.
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