Do not adjust your computer screen, you are not hallucinatin'...I bit through Ms Zeta's thumb on Wednesday and she made a LONG trip (missed my snack even) to the emergency room. Now jus cuz I wuz eatin that poor little bird that I found under the deck...well, YOWZER shot city for Ms Girl. I didn't doit on poipose...I was tryin to get the chew bone and SLIP, SMACK, CLAMP...canine teeth right into the nail, the other nail, the bed and YYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! Hey, I knew Ms. Zeta could boom but she just upped the volume.
So Biggie Dog went with her to keep company and I hear through the grapevine that the e-room was packed with all types of scourge and vermin...lots of chortlin. So, I crept up the stairs to see Alpha Dog and he had a tiny bit of pity on me cuz I pulled out the tears, the tail, the what-not (hey, I did mention I am a co-dependent dog in recovery, right???)--it worked! He actually patted my head and told me I was "lucky"--does it count as love if he imitated Mr. Eastwood?
So, been lyin low, lickin and just stayin out the way. I figure three strikes and you know, GULP, "the home" may be next. So Ms Zeta's had a leg cast, a tetanus and diptheria shot, and I gotta chill...send me love fellow froggers, send me love. Check ya all out later cuzns. Til then this is the g-lay-low-dog on the out tip. G
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