I'm exhausted. Mommy got me up in the middle of the day. We went on a ride and saw the girl doctor. She is little compared to Mommy, but very big compared to me. She must weigh at least three times as much as I do.



Some of the techs wondered about "Hufflepuff." They thought maybe it was that woolly-mammoth creature from Sesame Street. Mommy straightened them out.



I did my best to be brave and keep my quills relaxed, but I jumped around a lot when she touched that one spot. It's hard to stay still when it hurts like that.



After a little while, I went and saw the back room. The doctor looked at me really good and took away two quills that seemed to be the cause of the whole thing. The fat one just about fell out on its own after a bit. The bendy one put up a little fight, but not too much. Mommy and the girl doctor were surprised that they didn't find any pus. Just the crazy quills. So I don't have to take any medicine. I like that!



The girl doctor said Mommy could put neosporin on it. Knowing Mommy, she probably will. She is like that -- very protective of me.



It's still a bit owie, but better than before. I hope it keeps getting better. I don't like feeling this way.