Status Post Anesthesia
Me: The Day of SurgeryWell, they did it. They took me to have my ear operated on. This time we went to a different vet, who thankfully did not stitch my damn ear to my head. WTF? I looked like a freak show back then. Whatever. The hematoma was so big this time, that the vet had to make two incisions. Oil well (oh well). I'm all healed up now, and you'd almost never know what happened to me. I'm still as handsome as ever. Shiny coated magnificent bastard that I am!
In other news: I have been waking up every morning with such great anticipation as to what will happen in my backyard for the day. I mean to tell you, all the neighborhood dogs and cats want in MY backyard. The Orange Effer still prances past my sliding glass door like the piece of work that he is. Dooce started digging another hole to get through, and now the neighbor dog who barks like a damn coon dog but is not one, has started to dig a hole. He's too stupid though to figure out how to get more than his nose through. I oughta bite it off. Heh heh. I haven't seen the black and white kitty in awhile...must be smarter than I thought he was. Can't believe I'm refering to a cat as smart, but it is what it is. Must be the long term effects of anesthesia.
Brad, that busy bastard, has me down to one walk a day. I can't believe it. Julie has switched to day shift, and she is a little more pleasant to be around lately. She is not threatening with baths so much anymore, and I like that. I cannot tell you how my heart races when she threatens me with a bath. Nearly sends me into atrial fibrillation. How does a dog know about dysrhythmias? I study Julie's EKG books, that's how. When she is not home, I study, I google, I learn. I am one smart dog, as you know. When she gets home I just look like I've been laying around. I do that too. Heh. Brad even caught me on the couch...and then told Julie he scolded me and told me to get down. Not a chance! He was just trying to score brownie points. He actually came over and sat down with me and we watched some TV.
2 comments:
how great to hear you are back!...I was getting worried...not that I don't have a life, mind you...it's just that the effers I have to deal with every day are such that I can't bite their noses off like you could...so I envy your ability to call an effer an effer and not worry about it, as I must...your coat is still lookin' shiny so they are taking good care of you, you S.C.M.B.! (Shiny-Coated Magnificent Bastard)...why are other critters trying so hard to get into your backyard territory??...maybe they know how good you have it and want "in" on some of that too?...keep up the blogging on your adventures!
Anonymous, I wish you could bite noses off like me, or at the very least look at effers and growl and show your teeth. I suppose, however, that does not go down too well in the human world, but it works wonders in the animal kingdom.
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