Bad Dog

My mom has been telling me all day that I am a bad dog. Last night I got into a fight with Tesco and I got hurt. Mom feels very sorry for me, but still says I am a "bad dog". I mean, really, I won the fight, mom should be proud! Instead she is mad because I won. Tesco had to see the vet today and get some antibiotics for his ear that I chewed up. He is feeling better already. I, on the other hand, feel rotten. Mom took me to the vet and they said I had an infection in my chest from the one bite Tesco got in. I don't know what that is, but if it mean my chest hurts like the devil, then that is what I have. I had to have a big bandage wrapped all around my whole body to keep the swelling down and now I look stupid. Oh well. Mom says it is my own fault for picking a fight. I am especially sad because I heard mom tell the vet that I wouldn't be able to go to flyball tomorrow. I love flyball and can't believe she is going to take Kilo without me! I am going to sleep now and maybe my chest won't hurt so bad when I wake up and I can convince mom to take me to flyball tomorrow.