I Was “Mister Magician”

Just a short message to tell you that we’re preparing for the Open House at “my” Pet Hospital. It’ll be a great event on Saturday afternoon. Many people will come by, I hope, to check out the facilities and meet the nice staff. The tickets will be one dollar and benefit the same Humane Society shelter mom and I support.

I’m going to talk about adopting a pet and mom will help sell my book. All monies we get will go to Humane Society’s shelter and to the Hospital’s own charity. So that less privileged pets can get good care and find a home. I’m so excited! It’s going to be exactly as I dreamed when I wrote the book!

In case you are curious about the place, below is a short excerpt from my book. I hope you enjoy the story about my inpatient visit last year. I promise to tell you all about the Open House next week. Now I’ll need to get a bath so I’ll be representable on Saturday. Love, Bumble

At the Hospital

At the Hospital

   “I have to tell you that I’ve been away from home for the first time on non-vacation. I’ve been in the hospital! I got sick one morning. I had to run to do my business all the time, and it was difficult for me to make it out on time. I started feeling like I have to go soon, then I immediately felt like I have to go now, and then I felt like I should have gone a long time ago. You see my dilemma. I made lots of work for mom in a few hours that afternoon – completely without any fault of my own.
Then, to avoid embarrassment, I had to stop eating and drinking completely. That made mom worried, and I have to admit I started to get worried too. Life was not pleasant, and my tummy was really kaput. Out-of-order. I was tired, and could hardly get up on my feet.
So mom took me to the hospital the next morning. I had to stay there for two days. Two days of IV treatment and antibiotics. You know, I had to lay down with lots of wires running to and from me. I was stuck, in pain and uncomfortable, but somehow I remained calm. I’m proud of myself.
Mom says it was pancreatitis, whatever that means. But I can tell you it was a complete tummy failure, and it wasn’t pleasant. First I was tired and snoozing away most of the time. Then slowly, slowly, I started to feel better. On the afternoon of the second day I felt a bit hungry and could actually think of tasting some food. I was offered a small portion of some new kind of soft food. I sniffed it carefully first, and then I ate all of it! It was not too bad. Soon I felt my strength returning little by little.
All the vet technicians were girls – and they loved me! He is so cute, they said. I pretended to sleep, but I heard them. They also gave me a nickname, Mister Magician!
I must admit I did a few tricks. Among other things, I got out of the IV drip and other wires completely by myself! Then I wandered around examining the place and saw some interesting things, like how they clean your teeth while you’re sleeping. It looks funny with all those buzzing, noisy machines in the patient’s mouth while he’s dreaming away. So that’s how they do it when I go for my tooth cleaning appointment. Interesting.
I think I finally succeeded in my invisibility trick because nobody stopped me. I have practiced it quite a bit at home, but mom always says she still sees me. It’s been a bummer – until now. So I walked around the hospital in peace and quiet for a while before the girls discovered I was no longer in my bed. No wonder they were impressed. No other dog had managed to do that. Ever.
When mom came to take me home I couldn’t help overhearing what they told her about my magical abilities. Such a clever dog…he’s a magician. But I’m trying to remain my humble self, Humble Bumble. Nurses have to be nice to patients, boost their confidence, right?”

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