If you have been following The DailyBark, you know that I have had some female problems. I have been taking antibiotics for the past few days. I am not chewing myself as vigorously and am starting to feel better.

This morning I asked Ash to check me out. Being the good soul that he is, Ash carefully smelled my whatsy and reported that it was indeed less odiferous.

Mom thinks only the vet could diagnose my condition. How idiotic! Any of the dogs at Asherpark could have told her there was a problem. We didn’t have to pay money for me to be violated by the vet just to learn I had a minor infection. People!

Mom insists that I take an herbal calming pill twice a day. It was either the herbal concoction or Prozac. Haha! Imagine me, the Princess of Asherpark, on Prozac.

I hate to admit it, but I do feel a little more relaxed with the new meds. Mom says I have a canine version of obsessive-compulsive disorder. That is probably true, though I do think my obsession with the little mongrel, Shiloh, is warranted.

I will finish with the antibiotics after ten days. Did I mention that Jack is taking antibiotics too? How people fuss over that big bag of bones. Between his bad teeth and his drippy eyes, I don’t see much to recommend him.

When I pester him first thing in the morning just to annoy him, he always responds with a churlish snarl. As if he could even put up a fight if I decided to launch on him. Lucky for Jack it’s not worth my time to fight him.

Well, that’s enough about me for today. I’ve got to get ready for my ride in the car. I go everywhere with my dad. As soon as I leave Mama whispers to Shiloh, “The witch is gone.”

I could care less that they don’t like me. Believe me, the feeling is mutual. Ta ta!









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