I'm pretty sure I've figgered out what ails me. I did some research in one of College Kid's textbooks and I think I have Bovine Actinomycosis. Yep, lumpy jaw. Can you see it in the photo? My jaw is swelled up hard and it's not too comfortable. My Boy says that's ridiculous, that dogs don't get lumpy jaw, only cows, and I haven't been around the cows. I think My Boy may have brought it home on his boots, which I like to investigate when I catch no one looking. However, no one believes my self-diagnosis and they took me to the vet, who said it was an insect bite (remember our 90 degree weather last week?) and put me on antibiotics. Already the swelling is better, though I'm wearing my collar a bit looser these days so I don't swell up and die in the night.
Glynn is having problems of her own, too. She started rubbing her eyes and got them very red. Now she's wearing an Elizabethan collar so she can't hurt them. This requires that I do what every loving brother does when his little sis needs sympathy. I put my paw on her shoulder, looked at her, and called her a Bucket Head. I said if we sit her on the television and turn her just right, we might get a few new satellite channels.
Glynn was not amused. In fact, she called me a few choice names but I think in the end it made her feel a little better to fuss a bit with me. After all, that's what big brothers are for, right?