Saturday, a week ago, I was puppy slapped--or maybe I should say Big, Big dog slapped--by the terrible virus. My head felt as though the great Ohio River had changed its course and was surging through my skull. The cramping started soon afterward and then the body aches had me in their grip.



I went to bed and stayed there except to go to the bathroom or get some fluids. I was one sick puppy, or old mutt! After the virus finally decided to grace the presence of some other poor unsuspecting dog, I went into the deepest, darkest depression that I have been in for a long time. I don't know if it was a combination of the terrible weather, the virus, and my weaken condition working in concert or what.



Now, I am back to my old self--the Cat's Meow!