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The life of Lima Beans & Corn.

I'm better.

If Mom & Dad would just take this thing off my head, I'd be all good. I don't hurt much any more, and I'm jumping (but Mom yells at me when I do) and I really want to chase the squirrels. They won't let me, and this cone gets in the way. My neck and my legs really itch, and I want to scratch and lick them but I can't get to them.

Mom says a lot of people have been praying for me, and I want to say "Thanks!" (I didn't know what pray was, so Mom told me it was like giving me really big treats. So thank you all.)

I'm doing better. I am.

Today I got to come home! Mom & Dad came to the scary place last night to see me. I got soooo excited when I heard their voices, and I was really mad that the lady made me wait in my cage until she took another sick dog to see her people. I know that that doggie's people got there first, but I'm not very patient.

This morning, Dad came back to the scary place and told me he was taking me home. But I didn't go home. I went to see Mom at work. And then she introduced me to her friends, who said they were taking care of me, but they just kept poking at all the places I hurt.

Finally, I got to come home. All I wanted was my big brother. Jack and I didn't play because Mom wouldn't let us, but I sniffed him and he sniffed me and gave me lots of kisses. I love him. And I'm jealous, too. He got to go on "vacation"; he's staying at Puggles and Benji's house overnight. I want to go play with my friends, but Mom says I have to stay home and rest.

I feel a lot better!

Mommy would like you to pray for me.

She says that I'm a miracle today. I don't really know what she means - but she was crying when she said it, and I'm in a strange place and Jack isn't here and Mommy and Daddy aren't either. I don't really remember much, but I know that two dogs from my neighborhood hurt me pretty bad. One minute I was walking out of the dog park with Jack and Puggles & Benji and CJ & Aspen and the next thing I know I was here and didn't feel so good.

The guy in the white coat keeps saying that I'm really lucky to be alive. That I lost a lot of blood and that it's amazing that I'm moving and walking and trying to get out of this cage. But I don't like this cage, and this cone on my head is stupid, and I really want to get those things all over my neck and my legs that itch. The lady in the pink scrubs won't let me because she says the itchy things are keeping me alive.

I think that maybe Mom & Dad could use some prayers, too. Dad had to go somewhere called the ER because he got bit in the hand and Mom said she was going to go to the doctor's office because she had a bite on her arm. But when Mom was here, she kept hugging me (it hurt!) and crying.