LOOKIN' GOOD!!

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!!!!!!