So I am home now, but I'm not sure what's going on. I think everyone went crazy while I was gone!

Mommy keeps trying to stuff these yucky orange pills down my throat (I WON'T take them!!). I think she even got tricky and tried smashing them up in some cottage cheese, but I wouldn't eat it!

Buster keeps hissing at me...he's such a spaz.

Daddy keeps talking to me in this serious voice about being a "good boy."

So I have a little infection - the doctor said that's not why I'm going on the chair...she said it's most likely "behavioral." Now there is tin foil on the chair & it smells like yucky cleaner!

Oh well, it's sure to get more sane around here soon - wish me luck!