Week 2 January 2016

I was not happy and I let Mom know I was not happy. It all started when she hurried me to the doctor ‘cause I hurt my paw. I do not like that place but I could not walk and Mom is bigger than me so I did not see any way of escaping. I was looking back at Mom as the doctor carried me to another room. I must have gone to sleep ‘cause I blinked then found myself in a cage with a big bandage on my paw, not remembering how I got there. As there was no water, food or treats for me in that cage, I was not happy. On my next trip to the doctor place, he took the big bandage off. When I got home and saw my paw was all mine again, I started licking it. Mom asked me to stop but I would not. That is when she taped a sock on my paw. I harrumphed. I stomped. I shook my paw. When I could not kick that sock off, I started pulling on the end of it. It did not take Mom long to find a sock and wet tape in the middle of the floor. She put it on my paw again. I pulled it off again. Every time she put that sock back on my paw, she added more tape and every time I pulled even harder to get it off…till she gave me the game changer – a big chew bone to call my own. In the life of this girl, chew bones are much more important than socks.