"Uh, why did the cookies stop?"
Then Momma shoved my jaw open -- VERY bad-mannered! -- and showed the dogtor a little growth I have on my gums. Nothing to worry about, but it needs to come off and get biopsied just to make sure. But then the dogtor listened to my heart and said "Hmm." (That's never a good sign.)
It turns out I have a bit of an arrhythmia with my heart, meaning it's beating a little irregularly. That could mean nothing much, or it could mean more of a heart problem. We have to figure out which is which before I have surgery on my gums, because bad heart + anesthesia = bad! I think everyone's just overreacting, but if you could spare a few crossed paws, I'd appreciate it. For Momma's sake.
Quick pupdate! Momma gots a call from the dogtor this morning, and she said I have the bloodwork of a puppy! So that's a good sign. I still have to see the specialist to check on my heart, but everything else is fine and dandy.