Last night I had a bad tummy ache. I thought it was nothing major and went for walkies in the evening with Casper and Mom. Unfortunately for me it was one of those days when Mom was feeling like going for a marathon - so we walked for over an hour. I did 3 big poopsies that even Mom commented Wow Scooby you are full of shit today. Then after my big dumps I tried to get rid of even more rubbish a couple of times but nothing came out. By the time my stomach was just grumbling big time but Mom still wanted to keep on walking. I couldn't stand it anymore so I put on the brakes and wouldn't move. Mom still tried to drag me along so I lay down on the pavement! That was the only way I could tell her that my stomach was not happy jan. So when she saw I wasn't going to move she picked me up and carried me for a bit. The view from her hip was fantastic. I think this must be what a king feels like sitting on top of his throne looking down at his subjects, or in my case looking down at my one and only loyal subject - Casper! Long live King Scooby!
I heard Mom telling Dad about the big stomach ache I had and Dad just looked at Mom and shook his head when she told him she had to carry me for part of the way. He must have been agreeing with Mom that I was sick enough to be carried. My Dad's the best!
October 13, 2007
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