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Murphy’s ok

I took Murphy to the vet yesterday and he confirmed that the bumps - uh huh, there are two! - were reactions to his shots. I have to watch them for the next week and if they don’t go down, he’ll aspirate them.

Murphy was a good boy at the vet’s saying hello to the Llasas and the hound and the nervous collie and spaniel. He did want to just sit in my arms once we got in the exam room, but he did let Dr. H examine him. (I think he knows that when he’s a good boy, he gets liver treats.)

Last night he and Duke snuggled with The Mommy while Daddy and I watched a movie. Then he threw up -  in the bedroom. He had a fit on the bed, rolling around, rubbing his face on the comforter. Jeff and I comforted him and told him he was a good boy and he did sleep soundly through the night. He ate this morning but was a little mopey.

A friend said her pug did the exact same thing this weekend and it turned out he was bitten by something. I’m going to take a closer look at him tonight. Poor smoosher!

I told him he needed to get better because on Sunday he gets to introduce his new little brother and Daddy to his friends Reggie, Brutus and Buddy and their families. And Uncle Mike promises dehydrated chicken and carrots. He’s excited about all of this weekend’s festivities - expect for the carrots. Like a good big brother, he’s going to let Duke have all of his allotment. LOL