The vet checked my bones to make sure I didn't break anything and wrapped me up in this horrible and uncomfortable bandage. Now I walk with a limp and since it's raining out, I have to wear a bag over my bandages so it doesn't get wet.

It's no fun being hurt.

It's no fun being hurt.

I can't do much, I can't even go out for walks until I'm healed.
Mommy and Daddy tries to trick me when they feed me these antibiotics. They cover the pills with cheese to make me think I'm eating only cheese, but I know better than that. I only eat it because I want them to think they're smart. Arf Arf!



















I had a great time.
Must we go home already?


























