Elvis has left the building

I was one sick puppy last week. I was so sick that I had an accident in my kennel and needless to say that Elvis has now left the building. Elvis was my stuffed giraffe that daddy got me when I had my surgery. Mommy was even nice enough to buy me a new toy, but it just didn't do. Fortunately, she found me a ball like I lost when I went to see Grandma and Grandpa. Life is good again...