On being ALERT

I have been VERY ALERT.

My tummy has been ALERT. Mymom helped make it feel better, but the rest of me STAYED ALERT.

because of that thing that happened. with the big dog. that we don't talk about. but that made mymom's wrist bad and now she still wears stiff funny things on it and she doesn't scritch me right with that hand. even now.

THAT thing.

And the ALERT kept HAPPENING. And it got BIGGER. Until it was BIGGER THAN ME.

Mymom took me to Uncle Vet. She said, "ConneryBeagle is Out of Whack."

bawhful.

Uncle Vet looked at me. I gave him my blood. I was good. I peed in a tray. I was good. Uncle Vet did TESTS on my donations.

Uncle Vet said, "ConneryBeagle is Out of Whack."

He said my VERY BIG ALERT and my ITCHY PILLS did BAD THINGS together. He used words like "organ damage." He said, "I'll call you when I get the TESTS back." And he said mymom could give me things to help with the ALERT and he stopped my ITCHY PILLS. Though I still get ITCHY SHOTS and OTHER ITCHY PILLS. Because otherwise I would be ITCHY.

Then mymom brought me home and held me and cried.

And THEN she gave me a thing called KAVA.

OH.

I LIKE KAVA.

KAVA IS BAWHSOME!

KAVA MADE THE ALERT SEEM FAR AWAY!

Then I felt like maybe I hadn't been sleeping quite right for maybe a week or maybe two or maybe since that thing happened. So I climbed on TOP OF MOUNT COUCH where I never climbed before but suddenly I realized I could be close to mymom's head that way and watch the WHOLE ROOM AT ONCE and I fell ASLEEP.

FOR A LONG TIME.



And then UNCLE VET called mymom and he said, "You caught it in time. ConneryBeagle is Out of Whack but he will be Okay."

And mymom cried again but I think it was the good kind.