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The Orange Dog Diaries

I must wear this torture device...

they call it an elizabethan collar. i call it torture.
it's especially hard when i drop a piece of cookie on the floor, and try to pick it up, or when i come around corners or go up stairs.
everyone is avoiding me, including telly.
i feel so sad.
i can't wait until my eye is better. then mommy says i can have this thing off.
i think if the CIA is into torture, they should make their gitmo prisoners wear one of these all day. they'll get all kinds of confessions, guilty or not. anything to get this thing of your head, man!

evil spiders!

dogsters,

where do these giant evil things with numerous legs come from? a large one measuring several inches in diameter breached security so i had to dispatch it.

the evil spider left me something by which to remember him...MY FACE IS NOW SO SWOLLEN!

fortunately, fast-acting mommy popped in 25 mg of diphenhydramine (along with a tasty treat of meatball). i feel better already.

somehow, those spiders don't trigger the impenetrable Fai Gow Force perimeter motion sensors. i think i need to go back to the drawing board on that one!

until next time,
winnie "fai gow" lam

thunder lightning!

lightning thunder everywhere!
gray skies above
cause me a scare!

falling moisture all around!
no relief in sight
o beleaguered hound!

the crate is my friend
with each flash of light
my fervent prayers that this will end!