So like yesterday I was so happy to see my Margret come home from work. I was laying on the couch and didn’t hear her come in, she called my name and I couldn’t get to her fast enough, She told me that my welcome home was the best thing that had happened to her all day.
It’s amazing how fast things change…
A couple of things then happened at the same time, she saw my tummy and my Greg said, “yeah we need to talk about that.” He went on to tell her how when he came home I welcomed him at the door without that silly cone. I’m not telling how my cone came off, (I made my sisters pinky um paw swear they wouldn’t tell.) My Greg is smart I didn’t even have to tell him that I had been licking my tummy. My Margret said “we’re almost back to square one. Oh Bonnie Girl.” in a sad voice.
She put some of that powder stuff on my red yucky looking owie, which is fine because I know that means cheese. It takes her so long to go get my cheese I have to help her along by bumping the back of her legs with my silly cone as we head to the kitchen , hmm maybe that thing is good for something after all.
So now I don’t get to go out to the pup porch and pen with my sisters except for a real quick potty break. I tried to tell them Melissa the vet tech said I could go out and play with them, but they told me that Melissa didn’t know that I would be taking off my cone and they have the final word not Melissa even though she is really nice.
*SIGH* ~this is Bonnie “the almost back to square one pup” for the rest of the pups and kitties.
From Margret: The medicine is working and her tummy looks better this morning. We’ll be keeping a close eye on it to see if we need to go back to the vet. I’m echoing Bonnie’s sigh.