Wooly Booly's Page

Dad belongs to me. I stay with him all the time, and he likes it. I do what- ever he does, and I never do any- thing wrong. All you have to do is ask dad; he'll tell you. I am a cranky dog, but you would be too if you were in pain all the time. I've had two operations, had my behind shaved three times and am now am so wooly back there that I can sit down and my behind won't even touch the floor.

Have you ever heard of a dog having a hernia? Well, that's what I had; hence, the operations. The first one didn't hold so I had to have another one. Can you believe that? If I were a human, I'd probably sue somebody. And you should have seen what mom made me wear around my head (to keep me from licking my behind she said).

It was this odd-looking thing that my doctor told my mom was an Elizabethan collar. I didn't care what it was called--it made me look stupid. I kept running into everything--the doors, tables, chairs, anything that was in my way I ran over. Truth be told, whatever I ran into bent my collar. I was sure mom would be mad, but she just laughed. She said it looked as though I had been in a fight with it. Little did she know, I was just trying to get rid of it anyway I could. I almost knocked myself out a couple of times, so, finally, I thought she would take it off me. But did she? Noooooooooo, not mom!!

I looked so pitiful--that's what dad said. I thought he might take it off if I looked at him long enough. But, he just laughed, too. He told me I was going to have to suffer through it no matter what. He was doing what was best for me, he said. Well, if he had to wear this thing and look stupid, he'd change his mind in a hurry. What could I do? I have no thumbs and couldn't untie it. I tried to knock it off, but that didn't work. So, what did I do, you ask? Nothing--absolutely nothing. I was at the mercy of the humans.

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