Wow, do I feel good! I don’t know what that old guy gave me, but I feel great! I actually have a little fur growing back on my underbelly! Now, instead of it looking like Dog the Bounty Hunter’s chest, it looks more like Jimmy Johnson’s head. Talk about a nice head of hair, if it wasn’t for the whole inter species dating taboo, I could really go for ole Jimmy! Anyway, I digress, the Furball is really starting to get on my last nerve! He still gets to sleep upstairs with either Wyatt or the little hippie girl they call Summer. Of course, I don’t know if I could handle sleeping in the same room as the hippie, what with the whole “let’s shoot Princess” remarks. I’d have to sleep with one eye open, or, just stay awake all night. Anyway, the Furball continues with the sticking his tongue out at me as he’s being carried upstairs by dad! Then, when he comes back downstairs in the morning, he’s all, Wyatt did this, Wyatt did that, Summer did this, Summer didn’t kill me in my sleep! I sure am glad I got the Benedryl monkey off my back! I still can’t believe I thought I was dead! It does make a girl stop and think! What in the world would mom and dad do without me? I’ve often heard dad say “what would it be like not to have Princess anymore?” Poor guy was so distraught when he was asking this question, he just had this far away look and a brave grin on his face. Mom said something like, we could get two more dogs, if we had to replace Princess. Sure does make a girl feel good knowing she’s wanted!