Surgery

Last Tuesday started out like any other day. Josette and I pounced on Mom's face when we heard the alarm to make sure she knew it was time to eat. She took us out front to "get busy" and then we came in. Josette stayed downstairs with Grandma and Mom took me upstairs to "help" her get ready. "Uh Mom, are you forgetting something??? Breakfast is the most important meal of the day!" Okay, I'm a Labrador so ALL meals are the most important ones, but she didn't need to know that...

We came back downstairs and I smelled kibble on Josette's breath. I asked her how she got breakfast and she stuck her tongue out at me and said something about Grandma loves her better...

But there was hope! Mom opened up the food container and started scooping. One, two...Whoa! Take that Josette! I'm getting double breakfast! But she dumped it into a baggie and stuffed it into her purse. What the heck is wrong with her today! I was throwing out all my tricks-the sad Labrador eyes, the patented Irie-wiggle, my frantic kisses. Nothing was working. When she put me in the car I knew something was up.

We stopped to pick up my pals Farrell and Pandora's mom. I sniffed to see if she brought me breakfast, no such luck. On the road again, I caught I familiar scent. Could it be? We were going to see Uncle Paul!

Mom calls this place "the vet" but I know my vet and this isn't it. Uncle Paul is here and he always tells me how pretty I am in his baby talk and lets me jump all over him. Every once in a while he slips me some good stuff and I take a nice, long nap. He walked out into the waiting room and I locked eyes with him immediately. I pulled out of Mom's hands (which took a lot of energy considering I hadn't had my morning fuel!) and went to greet him. I told him all about Mom skipping breakfast and he promised to alert the proper authorities. I knew Uncle Paul would understand!

Back into the exam room we went and the people talked forever. I did my best to use my Jedi Mind Powers to will my breakfast out of Mom's purse, but it didn't work. Soon one of my pals came to take me and Mom said good bye. I had nothing but a dirty look for She-Who-Forgot-Breakfast.

I took another long nap thanks to Uncle Paul, but when I woke up I was very sore. I looked down at my leg and IT WAS NAKED!!! This had to be some sort of bad dream or a really bad prank. My gorgeous, shiny coat was all gone and what remained was a hairless chicken leg. I was mortified. Luckily I had some good pills and just slept the day away, except for dinner. See Mom, Uncle Paul knows how to take care of a dog...

The next day one of my friends came back to get me. She said Mom was here to get me. I know I was mad at her, but I still got all excited to see her again. She helped me out and in to the car and we headed home. When we got home I saw they had shoveled out a path in the snow for me to "get busy" in. Now that is how a princess should be treated!

The next few days were interesting, with the blizzard and blackout. I don't remember much because of my "special pills" but I hear it was all kinds of fun. Unfortunately I'm pretty much out of all the "good stuff" so I spend my days languishing in my crate in this stupid cone. Can someone please alert the authorities?!?!