On Wednesday my Mama told you that I was going to spend the day at the Dogtor’s office and have them take away my special eye feature. Just as a reminder, here’s what I looked like before my day of adventure. See my special eye feature?
Well, Mama took me to the vet’s office for a playday with my friends — or at least that’s what I thought — and the next thing I remember, I was laying on a dog bed and everything was kinda blurry and swirly and silly. I could hear some people talking to me, but they were obviously speaking Martian, because I couldn’t understand them at all. And then I woke up again a little while later, and one of my nice friends was saying “Chick, your mama’s here!” and I was so happy that I tried to get up, but whoa, that was harder than I expected! So my friend helped me walk out to my mama without bumping myself into any things, and boy was she a sight for sore eyes. Here I am when she picked me up, getting some lovin’ from another one of my friends:
And of course mama had to lift me to get into the car since I was pretty hammered, but when she opened the car door, I was in for a surprise — my Doodlebug had insisted on coming along to pick me up. Ain’t he sweet?
He had to make sure I had somebuddy to rest my conehead on for the car ride home, and boy was I happy to have him.By now you’re probably wondering why I have a bumble bee bandage on my arm and also a cool tough guy set of stitches on my shoulder. And I will tell you why. Mama told the vet that while I was “under” (under what, I wonder??), she should go ahead and look at my little lumps and bumps all over my body and to delete any ones that she didn’t really like. So she found a couple of flea-sized ones and two bigger ones, maybe the size of a squished blueberry. She took ’em off so I could be good as new! She told mama not to worry and that they were probably no big deal, but that she thought I should have some tough guy scars so the chicks dig me even more.
Anyhow, we got home, and again mama had to lift me out of the car and walk me very slowly into the house, because my buzz had not worn off yet. She let me go out in the yard (I’m not allowed to have any walks for TWO weeks), and I’m not even sure what happened. I think I just sat there like a little sleepsitter the whole time while Doodlebug frolicked about.
As soon as I was feeling clever enough again, I realized that I had a Great Opportunity to milk this for all it’s worth. I managed to get Mama to give me a whole can of tuna fish for dinner and move my most favorite, luxurious, fluffy, yummy, king-sized dog bed right into the dining room so the Bug and I could supervise her making dinner for her and dad. Pretty smart, eh?
My brother was open to my cleverness too, and let himself be used as a cone-rest while I napped peacefully.
So then I ate my tunafish, took my pain pill candy and went to sleep, and — whew! — a good night’s sleep sure did me good. I woke up feeling GREAT! I played with Mama with a toy before she went to work, and after she got home I took a nice long nap in the sun.
Mama even said I was “crazy as ever,” whatever that means. She said it after the Bug and I zanily chased a squirrel across the yard while mama yelled “NO RUNNING!!” But when I came back, she just gave me a big hug and told me what a good boy I am. I guess she’s happy I’m back to my old self!