The World According to Xander

What a week!

Owwie!!!!!

I had to go to the doctor again this week. I was feeling fine when I went in, but now I hurt a bit. Mom says that I had to have this surgery so that I can be healthier and won't make any puppies that could end up in bad homes or - worse - just dumped by someone who doesn't care (like me and my brothers had been). I supposed she's right that it's for the best, but that doesn't make it feel any better. ::puppy pout::

And if THAT weren't enough, my TEETH are falling out, too! Mom and Dad found one of them and were just oohing and ahhhing over it, saying it was so cute. Then Dad gave me a big hug and said he was sorry for having gotten mad at me earlier about my chewing on stuff. I guess he finally figured out that I was doing it because my TEETH HURT!

One good thing that happened, though! My kitty-sister Piper came into the room with Mom and Tasha and me the other night, and actually STAYED around for a few minutes, even after she saw me. She still kinda hissed at me, so I backed off, but usually the second she spots me she takes off running. I don't know why, I've never done anything to her - I just want to be her friend. But maybe she's starting to get used to me.

I had to stay at the hospital overnight after my surgery, and Tasha was funny when I got home the next morning. She started sniffing me all over when I came in the door and kept sniffing me as Dad brought me into Mom's room so she could say "hi" to me. I think Tasha must have sniffed every inch of me two or three times before she was finally satisfied. Satisfied with what, who knows...

At any rate, it's been quite the week. Hopefully this week will be a lot calmer - unlike me, of course! I HATE being calm!

So... who's gonna play with me now? Huh!? Huh?! ::big wagging tail::