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The Heck?

My Woof Canal

I'm a sad little drugged-up puppy. Today, I had to get a woof canal. Momma says it's a "root" canal...whatever. I broke my back toof on something. So, I spent 8 hours waiting at the vet's office (I'm pretty sure I heard my momma call and complain to them about that - she loves me!), then they shot me up with something and I had the BEST dreams! I dreamt of big treats and puffy clouds and hours of walks around my neighborhood. When I woke up, my mouth was numb and I was groggy and queasy... then presto! I saw my momma and cried and cried and cried and dozed off and cried in my sleep and ... well, you get the point.

After my first potty in, like 12 hours, I shook and fell over. Then I stumbled to the back door and up the stairs. Momma said I swayed like a drunken cowgirl.

Now, I'm home in bed with Momma and Oliver, hoping to never see that evil dentist again. Momma's treating me like a princess. Especially since daddy is in China... she has to give me double the love. Lucky meeeee!