Brotherly love

That's not me. I haven't gotten all pale and flabby. (Even though I am still a sick little red dog.) This is Pico, my cat brother. He has been so nice to me the past few days, rubbing against me and purring. Maybe he can tell my little internal candle is burning a bit dimmer than usual.

I am taking a whopping seven medications! Well, since my doctor is almost wholly holistic, all but one of them are really tonics. And they do make me feel better but not well, so he caved and gave me a real bona fide medication. And my Person will attest that if I discover that particular pill in my special homemade dinner, I will neatly remove it and leave it on the floor.

I am still up to my usual activities but in a less spirited fashion. I just went for a little evening stroll and ran into an old acquaintance of mine, Lola. She's cute and spotted, and she's part beagle and part pit bull. That makes her a Pigle. Or a Bit. Am I glad my origins are shrouded in mystery so no one can make up silly names like that to attach to me.

Even though Pico is being kind of a Pal, that Adric has been trying to grab my Person's attention when I am deserving of all of it, and that Ollie has been trying to eat my special homemade convalescent diet! I am all for brotherly love, but as soon as I am feeling better I am going to have to remind them who is the top dog around here.