Mom found a spot down around my, ahem, nether-regions, so being the totally over-protective pug mom that she is, off to the vet we went. I'm not very fond of the vet, but I sure do love the people there. When we got there, the ladies all came running out to pet me and love me up. They were swooning all over me. Hey, when you got it, you got it. Everything seemed to be going great right up until the time they put the thermometer in a place that is supposed to be an exit only. Then I remembered why I don't like going to the vet. grrrr. But anyway, it turns out the spot might be ringworm, but they won't know for sure until they get their tests back. As if that wasn't bad enough, the vet also said that I had gained a couple pounds. I find this very hard to believe. I don't think I get nearly enough food as it is. And now, I am going to get even less?! This can not be right. There must be a problem with the scale. I am a lean mean fighting machine, and I need lots and lots of treats. Maybe if I do some pug-arobics, I can drop a few pounds and get back to my normal treat filled diet. I better go call Richard Simmons.