Day 17

Seriously. 17 days so far? I will be a much happier camper when this cone comes off. I swear, the hamster that lives here has it better than I do.

Here We Go Again

Another ride in the car today. That makes four in a week. And guess what? She took me the same place...the doctor's office. Ugh. I hate being picked up, put on the cold metal table and held down. At least I don't have to wear a bandage on my foot anymore, but yeah, I'm still in the cone. I wish everyone would just leave me alone and let me lie in the sun.

Can't Catch A Break

It seems like every time the woman puts me in her car, she takes me to see Dr. Chan. I'm not convinced that she's as nice as I'm told. The thing that doctor has done to me! I went there twice this week. I was there all day Tuesday and by the time I got to go home, I was woozy, had bandages on 3 of my 4 legs, and that damn plastic collar on. I made sure to bark a few times in the middle of the night to make sure no one got much sleep.

P.S. I am recovering nicely, by the way.