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 Wednesday, September 11, 2002
So Billy's the biggest faker ever. Suddenly he's fine. Maybe he heard us talking about how we don't have a gazillion dollars to spend on x-rays and blood tests and boarding at the vet's. Or maybe he just realized he was fine. Probably what happened was he twisted or strained or sprained something, and because he's generally such an incredible whimp, he was acting much much more upset about it than any normal dog would. He had us thinking he's got a broken bone, a slipped disc, a tumor growing on his spine, Lyme disease... who knows? And then he's all better. Of course we're glad, but thanks for freaking us out in the meantime, pup! 1:16:13 AM 
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