The Vet

Grammy said I have to go to the vet. 

I have a tumor on my leg. 

This morning we were up early 

and got in the van to go to the vet. 

I'm pretty happy going 

for a ride. 

This is Papa's survey van, that's why you see all the supplies in the background. 

When I got to the vet I did NOT want to get out. 

There were strange dogs there. 

The nice vet go into the van and gave me my check up. 

He said that my tumor is benign  

from the Webster 1828 Dictionary

benign

BENI'GN, a. beni'ne. [L.benignus, from the same root, as bonus, bene, ancient L. benus, Eng. boon.]

1. Kind; of a kind disposition; gracious; favorable.

Our Creator, bounteous and benign.

2. Generous; liberal; as a benign benefactor.

3. Favorable; having a salutary influence; as the benign aspect of the seasons.

The benign light of revelation.

4. Wholesome; not pernicious; as a benign medicine.

5. Favorable; not malignant; as a benign disease.

SO, it is not dangerous. 

I will have to have a surgery to have it removed. 

The surgery is not to serious but I will have to wear a cone collar afterward. 

And the vet did say one more thing 

I have to go on a diet. 

Hmm, I guess that means we will have to cut out the dog food. 

I'll just eat people food. 

I am back home now, happily going to sleep on my blanket. 

It was a busy morning. 

I have put the laptop away 

and now I am going to sleep. 

{Grammy says I snore}

I love you.