Friday was the worse day of my life. I never knew miserable until that day. My stomach made the funniest sounds like a wild beast growling and snarling on the inside. My poor tummy felt as if someone gnawed on it all day long. Nothing made it stop.
I thought sitting on mummsy’s lap would make it better so I begged and begged for it, but it didn’t help. She smoothed my fur back and forth but it wouldn’t go away.
I ran down stairs and begged for my favorite chew, thinking it would help but it didn’t.
My pansy-brother, Sir Poops-A-Lot, suggested sunning. He even tried to soothe me but that didn’t work either.
I tried sitting on the stairs to get rid of it. Nope nothing. Nothing worked!
I thought for sure the monsters on the inside were going to eat me from the inside out. It was terrible. Just terrible. Death loomed at my door that day. The Grim Reaper was after me for sure.
When mummsy took me outside, pansy suggested I eat grass. Mummsy said no because of germs. She tried giving me my favorite fruit. Apples. I sniffed at them and decided not to try any. My tummy hurt really bad. I couldn’t even go poo but I tried.
I didn’t even want to play with my girlfriend, Cupcake. She didn’t understand.
So I went to my most favorite spot in the house. Awww! I sang myself to sleep.
What else could I do?The next morning I got up and did my morning walk with mummsy. I finally made poo and the growly beast left my tummy.
I guess poo can be a lot like bad, bad monsters. Mummsy said that was my problem all along. She’s so smart. I feel so much better now.
