Sunday brunch with Satan

I had an appointment with Satan this afternoon (I hear my humans refer to her as a "vet" but I didn't see a medal of honor or stripes on her white coat so poo-poo to them). My humans found a pea-sized lump on my belly and thought Satan should have fun and poke around it. Satan took her pitchfork and did a needle aspirate. Needles don't scare this Shiba so I just turned my head and coughed. Turns out I just had a small lipoma - a fatty lump near my belly that was not chicken. I could have told them if they had just asked. I would have also asked for a lump of chicken. Anyhoo - I'm all ok and I strutted out of Satan's office with my tail in the air. Till next time I dance with the devil....