In the beginning...

I am up late, waiting for it to be time for Mommy to give me my clavimox. Mommy yawbs a lot when it's almost time for my medicine. It's a yucky medicine. Every time Mommy puts it in my mouth I try to outwit her and spit it out. She says that won't happen though, something about her being bigger and having opposabile thumbs, but I still have to try. I don't like the yucky pills, but I do like the way my leg is not all swelled up anymore. The bad people who had me before Mommy found me hurt it, and Mommy says I have to take the pills to make it better. I like my Rimadyl better, but Mommy only gives that to me when she can see that I am limping bad again, she says she is worried about giving it to a Labradr, and that she is trying to prevent me from becoming dependant on it. I like how I feel since the Doctor and Mommy started giving me the pills though. I can run again, even if I limp, and play with my cousins. Today my mommy got me something I had never had before...she calles them TOYS! It took me awhile to figure out they were really mine, but now that I have them, I like them. I like my new squeeky bear and my chewy rope the best. Mommy says when I feel better she thinks I will like the ball better, I'm not so sure about that ball thing though. When I touch it with my nose....it MOVES. I think it's a little bit scary.
I also really like to "borrow" my Chi cousins doggy beds. Momma says she would get me one like theirs but soon I will be way too big for it, so she is going to look on the computer and find me one to grow into. I'm going to let her do that now, while I go chew my rope. I think this toys thing is probably a good idea.