Mom and Dad have been calling me “Wart Hog” lately, whatever that is.
I guess it’s because I have this gross “papilloma” warty thing on my lip that started getting bigger a couple of weeks ago. Apparently I must have gotten it from some other dog.
Nice picture, huh?
I don’t even care about it. It doesn’t get in the way of my eating and that’s all I care about. But Mom and Dad keep pulling my scissor jaws apart and checking out my mouth like every five minutes! This thing is bugging them more than it is me.
Good thing it’s starting to fall off now and get smaller. I can’t wait till it’s gone.