February 12, 2008
Takin' It Up a Notch
It's been kind of boring around here lately. Uh, yeah, Woof!
It looked like Bella may have needed surgery, but then we discovered she didn't. So now she's gone and ripped out one of her toenails. Does anyone else think this is ridiculous?
I think Bella should start her own blog. She can call it:
Dogonnit!
The Perpetually Injured K9
O.
It looked like Bella may have needed surgery, but then we discovered she didn't. So now she's gone and ripped out one of her toenails. Does anyone else think this is ridiculous?
I think Bella should start her own blog. She can call it:
Dogonnit!
The Perpetually Injured K9
O.
February 11, 2008
Good News
I don't have to have surgery! I don't have to have surgery! La la la la la la. Woof! Woof!
I told Dad I was fine. And I was right. Bring on the rabbits!
B.
I told Dad I was fine. And I was right. Bring on the rabbits!
B.
February 7, 2008
Moving Back to Normal
I spent Wednesday in the crate for getting a little frisky with the photo album, but who cares; I'm running again. I knew Dad would cave when I showed him how serious I was about wanting to run. I'm not limping so the leash isn't necessary.
He let me romp around yesterday evening, and then again this morning AND evening. I'm doing fiiine.
Dad is so predictable. It's funny. He thought letting me run yesterday evening would be enough, but when I'm hopped up on the smell of rabbits, I want 'em. I can't sit still. And what's a dog to do when she's feeling frisky? Fix lunch again.
I was careful not to touch anything else, just the photo album. And the tissues too. It's important to me that he knows I want to return to our normal routine soon. NOW!
B.
He let me romp around yesterday evening, and then again this morning AND evening. I'm doing fiiine.
Dad is so predictable. It's funny. He thought letting me run yesterday evening would be enough, but when I'm hopped up on the smell of rabbits, I want 'em. I can't sit still. And what's a dog to do when she's feeling frisky? Fix lunch again.
I was careful not to touch anything else, just the photo album. And the tissues too. It's important to me that he knows I want to return to our normal routine soon. NOW!
B.
February 5, 2008
Stir Crazy
I warned her. "Don't chew that," I woofed. "Don't dip your nose into the trash can either. Dad's going to know it's you."
Did she listen? No.
Did she get what she wanted? No.
Did she make things worse? Yes.
We're going to be packed in stir for the rest of the week. I can feel it coming. Then when Dad does let her run this weekend, she's going to tear her ligament in half. Oh well. Sisters forever.
O.
Did she listen? No.
Did she get what she wanted? No.
Did she make things worse? Yes.
We're going to be packed in stir for the rest of the week. I can feel it coming. Then when Dad does let her run this weekend, she's going to tear her ligament in half. Oh well. Sisters forever.
O.
You Want More of This
If you don't want more of this DAD, then you better let me chase some rabbits. My leg feels fine. I'm not limping. I'm not faking anything. I'm not in pain. Let me run. It's been five days already. You're making me crazy with this leash walking. Lemme go already.
B.
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