Thea called again the next day. She was at

the office, even though it was a Sunday.

“Geronimo! How are you?” she asked.

“Well, um, I’ve got a cold,” I murmured. I

pretended to sneeze.

There was silence on the other end. Could

my sister tell I was faking? “Well, don’t

worry,” she finally squeaked. “We’ll just run

you right over to Dr. Goodpaws. He’ll give

you something to get rid of your cold.

Maybe a couple of shots will do the trick!”

My eyes nearly popped out of my fur.

“Nooooooooo!” I shrieked in terror.

“No shots, please! I’m already feeling

much better. I just need to relax at home for

a few more days. You know, unwind.”

NO SHOTS, PLEASE!

10