My name is Fili. I’m feeling better today, but my tummy has been pretty upset. My Mom thinks I ate another sock, or make-up sponge, or facecloth, or anything else fabric related, but there’s no sign of it now. The nice people at my doggie doctor made sure of that.
People have been telling my Mom to write about my adventures, although I can’t imagine why. I guess it’s because I have my stomach pumped every few months and steal things like eye glasses and steak knives. My family tells me it’s a good thing I’m cute. I know they love me, though, and I love them too!