SHOTS

Still on fat chow, still dribbling from down there, still low energy, but I manage to exhibit some enthusiasm for grilled cheese. Lady felt sorry for me. I had to get my annual shots at the vet's. I weighed in at 11.7 and the doc said "good boy!" Can I go off fat chow? No. Thyroid pills (which I take without complaint or spitting out)? No. Butt, I didn't bite you and I didn't cry! "Good boy, Marley. No." 
We've had lots of omnivore house guests staying here. Big ones. They shared pizza and chicken fried rice! 
Puppy Duke the street dog is still annoying. Can't a guy take care of business without having him wrap his paws around me and biting me in the face? Lady just got back but the suitcase is out again. She says I am going to a different summer camp this year, but not till June. I am going to Apple Country up in the mountains to stay with Pallu. It's cooler than Delhi.

DUKE'S DAD BIT ME

Duke is annoying. He loves me but he is annoying. He pulls on my leash. He walks over me. He clamps his paws around my head. He interrupts my private business. We had human teenagers in the house. The biggest one, Sean, went out with me to take care of business. Of course Duke came running. Lady was showing Sean all Duke's tricks. Duke's dad came over and just bit me in the head. I tried to bite back, but he is so much bigger. Lady scooped me up. She checked all over for holes but didn't find any blood on the cotton ball. But in the night, Lady touched my head and I cried loudly. Out came the betadine and I cried some more. My head was tender. So, back to the vet. Lady wanted to make sure I didn't have another UTI. I am dribbling. So she got the peepee jar and off we went. When I finally found a good spot, Lady had to practically stand on her head to get under my business and catch the peepee. Her should bag fell on her head. Her bottom was up in the air. My um, private part only has about an inch clearance so she really was standing on her head. I moved. Not good. Finally, Lady got enough collected. The guards were laughing at her. She closed the jar, zipped it up in a baggie, then to their horror, put it in her shoulder bag! They were just glaring at her. Off we went. I don't have a UTI, I only have one hole, and it is not deep at all. I cried when he cleaned it, but I am fine.
I'm off to Erin and Brooke's. Brooke is having a sleepover for her birthday, so I need to help entertain the little girls. Lady's off to Mumbai. Never a dull moment in India!