Run for the Border

Yesterday I got to go outside for a potty break sans leash!!! I didn't really have to go, so I lounged in the grass for a few minutes. Then I had an idea...

I hopped up and ran for it! I'm not as fast as usual with only 3 legs and the bane of my existence (Cone!), but I got a couple of yards up the hill...then I got tired. Luckily Mom was there to carry me home - I needed a nap.

Opposable Thumbs

Not only do I have to wear this stupid cone that keeps getting in my way, but Mom keeps sticking her thumb in my mouth to pry it open. It's not fair!!

Since my hijinks stopped those dreaded pills - I now get my medicine in a syringe!! Who thought of this? My only hope is my super flexible neck. If I wiggle and thrash it enough, the pink gloopy stuff won't go in my mouth (but down my neck, on the cone, and on...). Hmmph..

Liquid Diet

I'm now taking liquid medicine instead of those hideous pills that were being shoved down my throat. As much as I'd like to complain (one of my many talents), it kind of tastes like a strawberry milkshake.

Conehead

Nothing like kicking me when I'm down...

This is the latest attempt to humiliate me with headgear. I DON'T LIKE IT!! I even tried my best pathetic cry (this thing has great revurb), but Mom finally pretended to ignore me and I got tired.

Blech!

Mom keeps shoving little things that taste really gross down my throat. What is she thinking?

So far, I've thwarted her with an agile tongue, sharp back teeth and strategic (and theatrical) head tossing. G-R-O-S-S!!!

I wonder if she doesn't know I can see her getting reaching into those little green bottles the doctor gave her? Humans.

21!!!

That's how many staples I have in my left back leg. Jeez...I can't look.

Glad to be home

I have to sleep now - my medicine makes me tired.

War Wounds

I tore my ACL. My Mom says she did too about fifteen years ago.

I had surgery yesterday. They had to shave my leg.

I had a ruff weekend.

I'm too tired to tell you about it right now, but OUCH!