Today both dad and I got our stitches removed! Mom got to watch both (she loves the gory stuff, she’s so weird sometimes) and she told me that I had been a better patient than dad was… to be fair he had a LOT more stitches than I did, but I had some on the top and bottom of my paw and he had some on both sides of his leg so technically I think we’re even. And of course he still has to wear that big blue bandage…
I’m waiting for a package that mom told me about – something about boots? – a present from grandma so that I supposedly don’t have to go through the foxtail surgery again anytime soon.
I have no idea what this means, I’ll have to reserve judgement (but not trepidation) about this until I know more.
Love,
Bogart
Hey Bogester!
O-Oh – Dads stupid renaming syndrome is rubbing off on me – sorry dude!
Glad to hear your getting some protection in the mail (Footwear that is:-)
Hope your dad is Ok!
Chuck
hi bogart! i found your blog, maybe you can visit mine soon. i just started since i’m only 14 weeks old. we live in evansville, in but my mom wanted me to tell you that she was born and raised in pasadena, california. she says that is close to where you live.
hang loose dude and glad you got your stitches out. what are those?
-ranger, the dog