Whenever he gets sick or does something strange (and by "strange", I mean that he demanded that his water bowl be moved into the downstairs shower, then, once he quenched his thirst, climbed into said shower and stared at the corner until I realized he was still in the bathroom and went to check on him), all I have to do is write a fretful blog post or Facebook status update, and he'll snap right out of it.
That's not what did it.
Oh? Then what did?
I like all the solicitous attention, but there's only so much Dora a dog can take. Besides, do you think I didn't see you checking out the Big Fluffy Dog Rescue online?
But ... but ... you didn't eat anything for over 36 hours! And that business with the water bowl in the shower was WEIRD! As for "Big Fluffy Dogs", my friend Jen got a puppy through them. I was JUST LOOKING.
Whatever, lady. I saw how long you lingered on the pictures of that Great Pyrenees/Golden mix.
Now tell the Internet that the reports of my impending demise have been greatly exaggerated, and stop worrying those nice people.
Sheesh. After all these years I think you'd remember that I'm the only dog for this house.
Duly noted, Bubba. Duly noted.
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