I didn't feel good on Friday. My stomach was really upset. I made a lot of messes for Mom to clean up. She must have been really mad at me because she stuffed me in a red bag and took me in the car. I yelled and complained, but she didn't take me back home. We went to this place where all of these strangers kept looking at me and touching me and putting me on a scales. I didn't like any of it. Who cares if I weigh 11 pounds? Nobody is supposed to pick me up anyway! I don't like it!
We finally went back home, but that wasn't the end of it. I still didn't really feel very good and made a few more messes during the night. So I got stuffed in the red bag again and we went back to that place with all of the strange people. This time, they gave me a shot and a pill. One of them did the trick - I feel much better now.
Mom thinks it was drinking out of the potty that made me sick. I never heard anything so ridiculous.
