"Can't Keep a Good Pug Down"

I had some swelling next to the incision. Momma freaked out and took me to that evil place where they do experiments on me again. I barked ferociously as soon as we got off the highway, and didn't stop until I was on the table.

Luckily, today they didn't take any more body parts. They just took my temperature and poked at my belly some. Then they said I was fine.

The swelling is just from the muscle being stretched during surgery, and the fact that I refuse to rest all the time. The lady said it's a Pug trait . . . can't keep a good Pug down.

I even showed her how much spirit I have by barking and jumping at the dogs I heard on the other side of the door, while I was on the table. Then I barked ferociously all the way into the car.

Apparently, I have to go back again next Saturday to have the stitches taken out. I don't want to.