Good work McGuirk!

Today has been very, very busy. I found out why Mom and Dad gave me a bath: they took me back to that hospital place again. They kept saying, "It's your first doctor's visit!" but I remember meeting lots of doctors the last time I was here. I guess this doctor is special. I thought his name was Petey Atrician, but Dad said his name is McGuirk. Dad also said he was really, really old and wrinkly, but Dad was totally wrong. Silly Dad.

A nice lady nurse poked at me with stuff and set me in a big plastic box. The box flashed some numbers: 7 pounds 10 ounces. I guess those numbers are lucky or better than other numbers, because Mom and Dad and the nurse were really happy when they saw them. The nurse also said that I grew half an inch, but I'm sure I've grown at least five-eighths.

Doc McGuirk came in after and made weird faces and noises at me like Dad and Mom do sometimes. He was pretty fun. He said that I was a "boring patient" which he said is a good thing. I guess it means that he thinks I'm fabulous. I hardly fussed at all and Mom said I was a very good girl. I totally agree.

Then we went downstairs to this evil place called the Labrador Torrey. There weren't any puppies but there was some evil, ugly lady who stuck my heel with a needle and squeezed blood out of it for practically an hour! I'd rather never go back there again. But I'm tough, so I could probably handle it.

Later at Target, Mom and Dad both wandered off--Dad looking at ground pork, Mom looking at plums--and left me sitting in the grocery cart near the deli. It was only for two seconds and I was fine. I can take care of myself, you know. They both laughed but they both looked a little worried. I think they both thought the other would watch me. Silly parents. They should get some sleep!