I awoke this morning with that old fire in my eye and wriggle in my writhing. I would say that I am feeling much better.
Yesterday was a nice enough day. Food, walks, cuddles, and a trip to Dolores Park with the boys. Then tragedy struck. I tore my dewclaw. Ouch!! I began to limp. The boys carried me home. I bled a little on Liam’s jacket. They set me up on the couch like a queen, with a towel and a drink of water. I licked my injury and basked in the attention of the onlookers. Then I went to bed.
This morning, my paw felt much better, although I still licked it a lot. Then the other mother put the harness and leash on me. A walk? Really? No, it was worse than that. The car. I peed a little bit in fright. Into the car I went. And then it got even worse. We went to the vet. They put me to sleep and when I woke up, I had a big purple bandage on my foot. plus I felt alll spaced out and weird. The other mother picked me up and I whimpered my disapproval all the way home.
Now I am on the bed with my blanket trying to forget these horrors.
I want my family to come home and take me away from all this madness!!
In this installment of Que Dramatica, we hop continents and focus on our furry friend Dottie. The most dramatic dog in all of California lets it be known that her breakfast is not to her liking. Perhaps she will enjoy it better if the other mother feeds it to her by the spoonful.