Diagnosis: bronchial pneumonia.
Welcome to America, Zorro!
Poor dude. If I was diagnosed with pneumonia, I’d be resting on the couch, watching movies and tormenting my poor family with sorry demands for Popsicles and foot rubs — all laced with frequent cries of, “Ahem, ahem, oh god, I think I’m dying!” Doesn’t he know this is his time to milk it? And yet, all he wants to do is play.
Get well soon, Zorro!
You’ve got to have at least one male man up.
After last Tuesday’s surgery, there’s only one official male in the house …
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So how about an update on Zorro! How is the (little) guy doing?
christie