So, Dr. Heidi, my hot doc, gave me the once-over last week, removed my staples, and pronounced me lookin' good! (Of course, I was stylin' in my hunter green A&M t-shirt.) Not that I've ever doubted my handsome looks, but lately, my canine confidence has been slippin just a tad. Maybe when my fur grows back, I won't look so much like I was groomed by Stevie Wonder, and I'll feel all manly and cool again.
AND . . . I'll get to stop wearing those t-shirts. The worst part of the t-shirts is that when I go out to potty, sometimes Mom & Dad forget to pull it up under my pits, and I end up peeing on my shirt. Seriously, y'all, that just stinks!
But, hey, I'm ALIVE, and that doesn't stink. I'm getting to walk around the block on my leash in the morning and night. Maybe next week, I'll get to go two whole blocks - woo hoo! Barks cannot express how ready I am to roam free. . . to once again be: TAH DAH . . . FREE WILLY!!!!!!
Howdy everyone! Dog, it's been a tough month! I thought I was headed to the rainbow bridge, but I'm back and feeling better. I gotta tell ya, it was pretty scary for me and for Mom & Dad. Thanks for everybody's prayers and concerns. I felt the love for sure.
I'm guessing that most of you know that I'm now one lung lobe short of a full deck, thanks to some nasty little lung blisters known as "blebs." Seems one of the little blebs decided to blow a hole, leaving me sucking wind, as it were. And you thought only whales have blow holes. Yuk, yuk!
So, now, after the pain and humiliation of having my entire belly and sides shaved, having my chest cut open and stapled back together, and having tubes stuck in me for days . . . now I have to wear Dad's old t-shirts every day. Mind you, it looks better than the scalped look I'm sporting under the shirt, but it's so . . . so . . . HUMAN. I mean, how would you like to have to wear a dog collar and leash? Uh . . . don't answer that . . . please!
But I digress! I'm feeling much better now, and Friday, I'm going to see Dr. Heidi, who's quite the hot chick by the way. I'm hoping she'll clear me to take some short walks, cuz I'm losing my mind with boredom. My brain is so numb, between the drugs and no activity, that I fear I've had a LOBEOTOMY . . . get it?? Repeat yuks!! Gad, I'm clever. So, come see me and I'll quit whining.
I was surfing the web today and found this awesome video that I do believe you'll like as much as I did. Here ya go (turn up your sound):
