Sissy Whitney

Sorry, but dis post is bouts my sissy Whitney. Ya'll rememebrs her? I knows, hers be as shy as a bug in a bed (ooops sorry mum)....hehehehe...I thinks mum just threw up in hers mouth when I said dat. Anyways, so Whitney don't blog cuz of hers shyness so I is gonna do it fur hers today and it'll be way mores entertaining from my perspective. Ya'll would just die from shear boredom if hers did it.

Okays, to make a long story short...Whitney has had some issues and mum just couldn't figure it out (Well duh, like hers a vet or sumptin) all hers knew was dat Whitney was in pain and mum bein' da "genious" dat her is thoughts it was her tummy (in her defense da vet thought it was da tummy too).
So since mum was freaking out concerned bouts Whitney hers took her to da Vet and they did stuffs like testing her neurological junk and gaves her a big honking shot furs da pain and then they went home. Well, Whitney wasn't getting any betters what so evers so they went back to da vet yesterday. Theys stole hers blood and ran some fangdangled tests. Her results came back totally normals so then they shipped hers off to da xray machine and......

(insert drum roll)

...they discovered Whitney has Spondylosis in her back.

To dumb it down furs you likes they hads to do furs my mum, dat be likes bone stuffs growin' on her spine.. So dat wheres all da pain be from. Aaaaaaand they also founded out her has an enlarged heart. Mum says it's cuz her is so sweet but I don't thinks dat was what they meant but I is just gonna lets mum believe what her wants. So, cuz of her BIG heart they has to be real careful withs her medications...(but mum prolly needs some to calm her butt down). They gaves her Rimadyl and we has seen a little improvement so fars but we just takin' it one day at a time right nows. And mum has been suffocating loving on da Whitney and doin' all dis nonsense baby talk to her...OMD, does her sound likes an idiot. Her be goin' around..."how do you feel Little Mama"..."Whitney, are you hurting my sweet girl?"...like she can really talk back or sumptin.

But dat ain't all...oh dis is embarraasing furs da Whitney...hers can't poop. Mum has been giving hers pumpkin an following her outside to sees if her will crap and NUTTIN has happened. You should see hers at O'dark thirty withs a flash light outside to sees if Whitney has her done her bizness (oh what do da neighbors think). If Whitney don't do her thing by tomorrow then mum has to gives her an ENEMA...bwhahahahahaha...seriously, can ya'll sees mum giving an enema. It just makes me laugh thinking bouts it. (Send good thoughts to my mum).

Sorry dis was so looooooooong, just wanted ya'lls to knows what was goin' on if we was kinda hit and miss withs da blogs....mum has to watch Whitney go poop. I bet mum nevers thought her would nevers haves to do dat.

I loves you sissy, please get betters.

I do feel sorry furs da vet though. We has his cell number, home number, and clinic number on speed dial AND we knows where he lives (gulp).

Does anybuddy knows how to gives an enema?

Puddles