And whats worse, I didn't think a hound could get so sick and wouldn't want to eat.
It started of down the beach when mum growled at me not to touch the maggotty dead fish. She used her serious voice.
So I seriously thought she wanted me to eat it and I did.
And when Mum yelled "Don't go in the lagoon." "Rosie! DON'T GO IN THE LAGOON! ITS MANKY WITH RAIN WATER RUN OFF" "And you don't know who has been peeing and dumping in it in these holidays."
So I went in cause it looked good to me. Tasted funny too.
And I said "Isn't is beautiful? I am rolling in it now as part of a hound beauty treatment."
Cause I was throwing up stuff I had never eaten.
And Dr Kylie took my temperature in the most unmentionable way. It was very unpleasant and I glared at her and mum. This was so beneath me.
All those needle and things up my bottom must have worked because I really started to feel better.
And I told them it was true and how Dr Kylie saved my life
She is such a great vet even if she has some very disgusting ways of doing things.