I had to go back to the vet again for a check-up -- hopefully the last one for a long time.
There was a talkative Corgi at the vet's right beside me. Let's just say I wasn't liking that dog very much today. Pupils don't lie. I was done. I had to huff at him several times.
And then the vet said he wants me to lose half a pound a month. I'm not sure how that's supposed to happen. Dad said something about putting the food away for part of the day. We'll see. I don't want diabetes either, so I'll do my best.
On the plus side, I'm getting better. But I'm done with these adventures. I'm ready to nap in my box in peace again.