Not to Be Gross But . . .

My parents took me on an emergency trip to the vet again, just now. I had what they called a pustule right on the edge of my spay incision. The vet said it was just from an ingrown hair. To be safe, she gave us antibiotics. Momma covers the pill in peanut butter for me so that it tastes like a treat. It's yummy, and I'll be ok. I still can get my stitches out on Saturday. Oh yeah, and I gained half a pound, since I was there last Saturday.