I'm Freeeeeeeeeee!

Oh. My. Gosh!

Last night when mama came home from work I was jumping and spinning in circles like I always do when my head slammed into her leg and MY CONE FELL OFF! Me and mama and mamama stopped what we were doing and just stared at it for a second. It's strange how innocent it looks when it's not clutching my throat and making my life miserable.

That second passed and I REALLY jumped for joy! They kept saying something about waiting to see if I'd lick my stitches -- um, hello? I'm a dog. That's what I do. -- but I guess I passed whatever test they had because mama put my collar back on a little later.

FINALLY!

Do you know what it's like running around without your identity? Not to mention a satellite dish on your head?

*runs in circles*

This is What I Do

I don't see why it's such a big deal. Why walk when I can leap?

No No No No No

Aparently all that jumping tore my stitches and I had to go back to the vet yesterday. I had bunch of pus and have to take more pills, but grampa says I'll be okay.

You can stop looking at me now.

Mmm... Socks

Have I mentioned I like socks?

No?

I like socks.

*ahem*

Mama put a bunch of socks on her dresser and now they just taunt me. They call my name when I'm trying to sleep, just ASKING me to play with them. I'm trying, but they're a little hard to get to.


I did get halfway on the dresser but mama stopped me before I actually got one in my mouth. We'll meet again Mr. Sock...

That Was Totally NOT What I Signed Up For

Who was responsible for THAT? I have two cuts between my legs and something feels a little... off. Like I've lost my zest.

*growls*

Nah, I'm really okay. Yesterday was kinda weird and I didn't have ANY energy, but I woke mama up at 5:30 this morning and now she keeps saying I'm just like my normal self.

There was a moment last night when I started shaking so mamama put a blanket on me. I humored them and took a nap. Not because I enjoyed it or anything.

Um, Guys?

I'm getting nervous. Mama keeps talking about something called surgery and giving me sad looks. And they're STILL talking about this cone and how silly I'll look.

What the heck is gong on??

Although mama did tell a funny story about a chihuahua rolling in circles on the floor for half an hour because he didn't like his cone. It must not have been the same flavor as mine.

I TOLD You They Were Talking About an Ice Cream Cone

You silly people. (and Haggis.) You acted like I didn't know what was going on. But LOOK! An ice cream cone!



Yeah, so my mama had to help me hold it. What? I don't have thumbs.



The paparazzi thought this was really exciting.


Thank you to the lady who works with mamama. It was really yummy!

*hint hint*