delayed recovery

I had to go back to the vet today, because apparently I'm one of the unlucky few dogs whose eye surgery isn't healing as quickly as it is supposed to. Over the weekend, I managed to get my back paw inside the cone to scratch at my face since it itched, but mom told on me to the vet today, so they gave me a bigger cone. Now, I hate the bigger cone even more than the old cone. This is me barking, which I do a lot now, to make clear just how much I hate the bigger cone.

What happened to me?!

I had surgery today. I don't really know what happened, since they gave me puppy drugs and anesthesia, but I do know it wasn't fun. And worst of all, I have another stupid cone on, which is supposed to stay on for 2 weeks! I HATE the cone! Maybe I'll post a picture later when I'm not so groggy.

Zzzzzzzz Diesel's

So the other day, dad left his Diesel's on the ground, so I thought I would catch a quick nap. Sure it doesn't look comfortable, but it was awesome. I didn't chew on em or anything. I'm such a good puppy.

I'll bark if want to

I've started barking again when I wake up at night, and unlike before, mom comes out and says to me "be quiet, you'll wake up the neighbors." I don't know what neighbors are, but I figure I'll bark if I want to; I just want to play for a bit and not be alone in the kitchen. As long as I get to play, I usually end up going back to sleep after an hour or so with mom muttering that it's not right to be awake at 3 in the morning.

What's surgery?

It was really hot this weekend, so I got to play in the shade outside, like in the grass in this picture. That part I liked.

Mom and dad say I have to have surgery soon on the thing in my right eye, which they call a cherry eye and say is common for my breed. I don't really know what they're talking about, but I think this surgery thing doesn't sound as much fun as chewing. I'll let you know Friday afternoon if I like surgery.