I heard I am going in the hospital to get my big girl surgery (BGS) tomorrow. I think that’s why I got a bath yesterday. I didn’t think I needed one, but who listens to me? Then this morning I got my face washed again. Something about stinky sardines I ate with my breakies.
Now I am hearing that my supper tonight will be my last meal for a long time. I won’t get any breakies tomorrow. I’m really worried about that. When will I get to eat again? Does that mean no kefir at noon tomorrow, too? Will I get my supper tomorrow night?
I thought this BGS would be a good thing, cause I won’t have to wear my big girl panties anymore, and I won’t have to miss any Freestyle rehearsals anymore, either. But now I feel the worry. Mommy says I will be fine, that I will sleep through the whole thing, and that I might can eat something when I come home tomorrow afternoon. But I can sense her worry, and that makes me worry. I’ve been cuddling close more than usual to try to make us both feel better. Will you please give us both some POTP? Especially Mommy. I think she needs it, and then I will be OK, too.
Oh, and we already got our Dr. Seuss day post ready in case I don’t feel like blogging after my BGS. So be sure to come back for all the fun this Saturday.
Xena, the already hungry Schnauzer Warrior Princess