Well, now I know why they say there's a first time for everything. Doc and team, and Momma and Daddy, are still trying to figure out what's going on with me - why am I having some soft poop now and then, why am I losing weight, but yet my tests (including the ones with my poop!) are all negative so far? Why? Why?
So today they decided that I needed an ultrasound, which I told Momma on the way there that I didn't care for. But I was a trooper - even putting up with a belly shave; and Daddy came to rescue me this afternoon (my hero!). Apparently I passed with flying colors so Doc decided he needed another of my poop to test - which I left there with him.
Maybe I just am ... the way I am ... and that's how I roll!