Day 872: Treatment Day 3 In The History Books!

In case you wonder how I'm feelin... Here is me about fifteen seconds after I got home, as I chase a squirrel across the yard and leave the Bleu in my proverbial dust! Just sayin.

And to commemorate the occasion, my the Mom was on a roll of photographic brilliance... wif most of the pitchers dark and/or blurry!

Flip on your light switch, and I fink you can see that I'm still in my harness. [My the Mom doesn't use my collar for any fing more than decoration since my froat has raised issues].

If you could read the one fing on my mind in this pitcher, it would be: FEED ME!!!

And gosh you're good, on a counta I was served the most delicious half order of dinner foods ever known to a golden retriever. I gobbled them up. They had no chance of escapin. No, none whatsoever.


And I also foroughly enjoyed an inch of the Miracle Waters. And now here's...

Me and the Bleu
In A Flurry
Of the Blurry!

Only fing you can appreciate is my silky hairs...

The Bleu says he's happy I'm home.
Really.
He is.

It's so nice to be home. I'm not even jokin... To be able to lay down here or there, to be shmugglin or to be restin independently... so many variables, so many choices. And that's what I love about home!

Of course, there is also business to tend to... and this blog post is job one! Just sayin.

Most times I paw my own posts... but I fink on Treatment Days, a Sweet Boy should be able to lean on a secretarial assistant (in this case and aka the Mom)!

Update: The Sweet Sophie's surgery went well, and she will be reunited with her family as soon as possible tomorrow. Fank you for your prayers and well wishes!!!