I intended to send some bark outs to my dogrades and catrades (like comrades) tonight but I’m truly under the weather. No it’s not Arthur that’s bothering me. Well, I am very worried about my framily members who will be affected by the hurricane and hope that it passes over without incident.
My PCP vet prescribed twice daily oral doses of peanut butter for this spot on my neck. I thought what a great vet until he told my mommy that she did the right thing by fetching the elizabethan collar from the dungeon and putting it on me. I must admit I have adapted to it pretty well but when I went for my evening constitutional and smelled Colby and Jake (bloodhound and golden retriever) approaching, their parents forbade our customary butt sniffing because they were afraid I was contagious. And then they had the nerve to tell my mommy that she could be susceptible to my infection. GOOD GRIEF!!! Well mommy isn’t quarantining me since she has done a risk assessment and concluded that it’s better for us to cuddle than to be isolated from each other.
Before I settled in on mommy I had this urge to cocoon so I climbed in between the couch cushion and the back of the couch. Mommy was about to have a canary when she saw me climbing on top of the back of the couch because she was fearful I might fall off. I slipped comfortably into my den in the den! Now I just have to get through the next few days of firecrackers causing me to bark incessantly without being fitted with another form of doggy paraphernalia.