For starters, my leg is almost completely well! Today was the first day I have been home alone (wif the Bleu) wifout cone on my head, and so I plan big surprise for the Mom... I was a GOOD BOY!!!
Earlier in week, the Mom order somefin what she do not need but just want real bad and it come today... she say she wish it say "Lucky Mom", on a counta she got the lovin of her "Ides of March" boy, the Luke!
Speakin of "Lucky Dog"... This has been a very fun and special week, on a counta the super sweet electronic mail correspondence I have been swappin wif the irresistable Miss Merdie!
I've made no secret how I feel about my beaWOOtiful girls in Pawsylvania, those khute khousins... Miss Merdie and Miss Khyra!
These pretty girls some time leave me in a quandry... had I rather be a chair or a frow rug??? I fink a frow rug... on a counta I love me some chins!
Yes O Yes, I'm feelin like SUCH a lucky boy... because I'm closin in on a Big Ides of March Birfday Celebration!
And then also because...
This afternoon, the Mom fumbled the Bleu's phenobarbitol pill onto the floor. It bounced once, I recovered and swallowed it in one fell swoop.
The Mom called the Aunt Karen. The Mom called the vet. Noone seems very concerned... except the Mom.
She make me do jumping jacks for an hour and a half... and then she walk round and round the house in circles for nother hour, wif the Girl Scout cookies in her hand. Of course, I follow her... I not get drowsy ever when Girl Scout cookies involved!!! It 9pm now, and I am beggin the Mom...
I not drowsy... It just big bed time!