I have been a sick little doggy.I had some awful pain,but being a little doggy I couln't tell my daddy where it was.I just wanted to escape the pain so I ran around the floor and whimpered.My daddy thought it was my leg or my hip because I have had it before but not quite as bad.My daddy got in the car and took me out to the doggy Hospital at 4 o-clock in the morning.The Vet couldn't find out what was wrong with me.He testet my legs and took X-rays but found nothing wrong.He thought that maybe it was some sort of inflamation so I got some medicine against that and a pain killer.The next day we went down to my own Vet,and during the next week after many tests he found the reason to my pain.It was a stone half the size of a pea embedded in the wall of my bladder,so no wonder I was in pain.Well I had an operation and he took out the nasty stone.Now I'm fine again and happy and playing as usual.I think my daddy is happy too.He looked very worried when he didn't know what was wrong with me.