By the way, I'm nervous right now. Mom watches The Biggest Loser. I'm on the sofa and trying to type inconspicuously to you - my followers. Wait, do I have followers? I don't know. Anyway, I think Mommy might send me to the Biggest Loser. I don't want to go though, but she thinks I'm fat. I'm not - really. I'm afraid of Jillian. I have a nightmare that she ties my leash to the treadmill and puts it on really fast, and raises the incline and then....leaves for the night! Rutrooooo....I need to send that thought right out of my puggle head, cause I will have terrible dreams tonight. I hope Mommy doesn't send me to the Biggest Loser...I hope Mommy doesn't send me to the Biggest Loser....I hope Mommy doesn't...yeah, you get the idea.
Night Night...
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Awww Cooper. I know you are scared about your diet, but I can assure you that you will be a - ok tomorrow after your big surgery. Good luck tomorrow little guy. I hope you have a quick recovery and you can relax enough to recouperate.
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