Here it is, 4th of July weekend

[ATTENTION: RATED G (for GROSS!) Read at your own risk.]

and I've been feeling bad! I've added a few lb's the last few weeks and am at the weight where I needed to move up to a full heartworm pill. Apparently, that did not quite agree with my digestive system and I, uhhhhh, well.......had an "explosive" reaction to it (if ya know what I mean). It kinda makes that oil rig blowout seem more like a pin hole leak in a pool.

I felt really bad and embarrassed about the whole situation, but Mark and Deb were quite understanding (and concerned). They had a talk with my vet and it seems that sometimes us puppies have "that type" of reaction to the heartworm pills. My vet said if it happens again that we will need to change to a different type of heartworm pill. My reaction to that was "IF IT HAPPENS AGAIN!? What the heck are you talking about!? I don't want to go through THAT again!!!"

I missed my puppy class last night because of all this, and I sure miss not seeing all of the other puppies. I mean, how is a guy supposed to progress if I'm always at home?

Here's a pic of me while I was recuperating. I told them I didn't want any pics of me like that, but they're just humans; they never listen. They took the picture as I was checking my blood pressure.