Video taken August 3, 2013
Dada’s Note: Dennis is still (mostly) willing to eat his new prescription kibble, though he no longer wants tripe of any kind, fresh or canned. At his last weigh-in he had lost another pound. The consensus is that he is still not responding to his IBD treatment the way he should. There are also indications that his heart murmur has worsened again. Next Tuesday he goes in for a cardiac recheck, and if he’s deemed healthy enough for anesthesia, he will be going in for some imaging and a few other tests a few days after that, to see if there’s something else going on that we should know about.
Opossum: “HISSS! Nasty Presidential Debate Committee can’t even fulfill a simple request for a bowl of mealworms in the green room! I kill them. I kill them all!”
Dennis: “Why do they call it the green room, anyway? It’s not green. It’s more of a taupe.”
Producer Smurf: “Dennis! Let’s get a smurf on! It’s time for the debate!”
Mr. Nibbles: “You’ve got this, Mr. Dennis! Just be your lovable furry self!”
Mouse: “Dennis, it’s not too late to withdraw from the debate and go home and take a nap.”
Spicoli: <noisily drinking from toilet>
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* Dennis is listening to the Master’s Voice noise desensitization program.