I was in a animal hospital in New York City gettin my ticker fixed.
I was 15 months old, a pup in his prime. I had no idea what was wrong with me I just didn't feel right. I kept passin out and fallin down right in the middle of runnin.
The humans were scared and I could tell they were worried.
The people at the hospital were nice enough and I got lots of head scratchin. For some odd reason they shaved off my fur in weird places.
When I woke up the next day at the hospital I felt great and was ready to run again. But little did I know this was the beginning of a month of hell. Even though I felt great the humans tried to "keep me quiet" so that scar tissue could build around the shocky things now attached to my heart. Sometimes the humans said they were "protecting their investment."
So I had to lay around.A LOT
Anyway it is all good now and I can do anything I want.
Here is my humans version of what happened.