I'm still not feeling too good. Don't want to get up off my bed, don't want to go outside, don't want to play, don't want to run around, not interested in toys. I'm eating well and pooing well, but nothing else is interesting to me. So Mum is taking me back to the doc tomorrow.
I'm not lame, I just walk with my tail between my legs, tentatively and slowly. Mum just can't imagine that a pulled muscle would make me act like this for four days straight.
It's making Mum really sad to see me like this. She wants my manic, crazy self back. Mum is feeling a little better every day. So she thought she'd feel up to taking me to the doc tomorrow. And she doesn't think she's contagious anymore. We're sure the folks at the docs office will appreciate that! She wouldn't wish her flu on anyone.
We'll keep you posted and thanks to everyone for your caring, kind words - we sure do appreciate it. Dog bloggers rock!!!!!!