Google for “divot head” and I’m the #2 link!

If you don’t believe me, just go to Google, click the second link and you’ll come right back to to me!

For the last month, Mom’s been checking out the top of my head several times a day because she says she thinks I have a cyst, whatever that is. Well last Thursday, something bad must have happened because they took me to the vet on Saturday. That must have really caused a stir because I had to take pills for three days, I didn’t get to have any treats after dinner last night and I had to go see the vet again this morning.

I’m now missing fur on the top of my head, I have two funky tubes sticking out of my bald spot, I have to wear this huge clunky plastic cone thingy around my neck and I haven’t been allowed to play with Kisa or Larkin all day. The vet said I did have a cyst, but my hairs grew into it and caused quite a mess… and I”m supposed to wear my cone for five whole days so I don’t scratch and accidentally remove the tubes.

To make matters worse, Mom’s calling me divot-head. You just wait ’til the next time she’s having a bad hair day!