… raining buckets.
Wet Fritzi here. Geez, the walk this morning was a production. The first indication as to the deluge outside was when mom put on her yellow coat. She only does that when the ducks are walking. The second indication was when she put my raincoat on me. Really, how undignified! I am a boy dog and don’t wear rain coats! So out we went. I dug in my paws, didn’t want to go. Mom dragged me… DRAGGED ME along! It was either choke or walk. It went 10 steps, 1 shake, all the way. Just to get her off my back, I did my duties and then we could turn around. 10 steps, 1 shake…
When we got back I got the big fluffy towel treatment. I looked miserable as long as I could because I really love being toweled dry, and as long as I look miserable, the toweling continues. For my (not so) subtly expressed misery and the wet walk I got a chewy. That all folks, leave me alone now… I am busy!
I mean it! I am busy!
… Fritzi
Geez, it’s simply not dignified to run around, well, not running, really, more like bumping around with this lampshade on my head. I don’t know what happened. One moment I act up a little bit, knowing quite well that when I yelp a little and walk on three legs for a bit, my mommy gets all concerned and mushy and gives me pets and treats. Is it my fault that I also threw up that treat a little later? I swear, it just came up, I felt fine, really. Next thing I know I am screaming when the vet tries to stick a thermometer into my tush… HOW EMBARRASSING!
A few days later I wake up with bandages on my feet. Ridiculous! I left those alone for a few days, but then they were taken off and I suddenly had tunnel-vision… a cone on my head. I used all my smarts to get my tongue reaching those incisions. Yes, incisions! With four stitches each! I found out later that I had an X-ray and mommy had my two remaining dew claws removed while I was ‘under’. Well, being smart didn’t work, my feet were bandaged again and I couldn’t get at anything.
For the next 3 weeks, every single outing turned into a production. Off came the lamp shade, on came two plastic booties, (so that the bandages stayed dry…); when we got back, off came the booties and on came the lamp shade. I trained my mommy to give me only the best treats (sausage!!) so that I let all this happen to me without much protest. I must say, the booties had style and they worked. Perhaps the design should be patented?
Oh, what did the x-ray show? Nothing! I am healthy. I told you, there is nothing wrong with me! I just know how to play my mommy, but I think I’ll wait a little bit until I try the three-legged “ouie” trick again!
