Come on, rub my tummy, you know you want to…
This time last year I wasn’t feeling so great. You can read all about it here and here and here and here. As you can see I am doing great!! Mom, Dad, Grandma and Grandpa are very happy with my recovery progress. Mom is still a little over protective and makes me wear my harness for walkies and I’m still not aloud on the bed or the couch which is a total bummer but…. I can go upstairs if Mom or Dad carries me. At the top of the stairs there’s this thing that locks… humans call it a gate. This keeps me from coming down the stairs…yep, I have to be carried down too. Life is rough as a wiener dog!
I’ve had one little complication since my surgery… my hair never grew back. I heard the Dr. tell Mom and Dad it’s called clipper alopecia…whatever that means. It doesn’t bother me a bit, except when it rains and that cold stuff hitting my back doesn’t feel good. Mom fixes this by putting a shirt on me. I don’t like to be dressed but I put up with it long enough to get my business done.
It’s been nice bloggin’ with ya’.