I'm injured. Not bad -- just a broken do-claw. Or a don't-claw. I can neffur remember which one it is. I've done it before and I was hoping I could hide it because it will mean a trip to The Evil Doctor (aka TED).
But Daddy saw the blood, and picked me up and took me to Mom, and since Mom just took a Furst Aid/See Pee Are course this week, she was pretty quick with the bandage. I HATE THE BANDAGE.
So I'm limping around, doing my best to look pathetic, hoping the hoomins hurry up and make with the T*R*E*A*T*S. I haven't seen any yet.
(sigh)
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Celebrating my Girls
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1 comment:
We sure hope your paw gets better quick!
And tell them to give you a good treat!
Chasing my tale...
Addie, Lucie and Hailey
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