In fact, something felt so not quite right, that Patrick began to
feel sick. He didn't want to worry Cricket or the others, so he left work on his lunch hour to see his doctor.
While Patrick was waiting to be seen, a familiar voice called his
name. It was not the doctor. Patrick looked up and saw Colonel
Kramer coming in to the waiting room.
"Are you sick too, Colonel?" he asked.
"I'm sorry to hear you aren't feeling well," said Colonel Kramer,
"The doctor and I are going to have a few pints. If we're still here
when you are finished, why don't you join us?"
"What brings you to our office today, Mr. O'Malley?" said the veterinarian.
"I'm feeling queasy and shaky all over," said Patrick in reply.
"Everything appears normal," she told Patrick in a reassuring voice.
"Are you under any major stress? Are there any changes happening
in your life?"
"Well," said Patrick thoughtfully, "I am getting married soon."
"Oh, I see," said the doctor. "Let me check one more thing."
"So is this the biggest decision you have ever made in your whole
life?" she asked him.
"It sure is," said Patrick, grateful that someone understood the
pressure he felt under.
"Well, I think we have found your pawblem," said the doctor.
"It's pawfectly normal and you are going to need the support of your friends."
"Your diagnosis," declared the doctor with certainty,
"is a case of cold paws!"