Hot spot

I got a hot spot. A hot spot is when you’re itchy all over so you chew, and then one place is just easier to reach than all the others so you chew that one the most.

No. 1 does not like it when I chew on my fur. She squirts me with stuff. Finally I had to go to That Place. The nice human with the concerned face gave us some medicine and told No. 1 that I should wear a t-shirt.

So No. 1 went to the Nearly New store and came home with a baby human shirt, and she took her scissors and cut the arms right off! The she stuck my head through the neck and my arms through the holes.

It's not as bad as all that.

It's not as bad as all that.

Here’s what it says on the t-shirt.

No. 2 wishes he had one like this.

No. 2 wishes he had one like this.

I don’t know how long I have to wear this, but my hot spot feels better already.

I'm going for Best (Dressed) in Show.

I'm going for Best (Dressed) in Show.

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: August 16th, 2011 under Strange occurrences.

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