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Paunnie Had an Operation

Paunnie Models His Wifebeater

I always hate it when Mommis leaves the house with Paunnie and not me, or me and not him. It always means something bad.

Yesterday after we went to the park, she left with Paunnie and he was gone all day.  I was okay, because I had Tucker with me for day care, but I wondered what happened with Paun.

He wandered in around 4 PM, and he was pretty bummed.  He immediately laid down at Mommis’ feet and went to sleep.

Only later did I find out why: Mommis betrayed him. She took him in for surgoire to remove the bump on his back. And while he couldn’t resist, she had his teefies cleaned. So not only does he have ten staples in his back and a big square shaved place with no fur, but I bet his teefies hurt too,

He ate dinner, and then he laid right down again. Before he went under he told me he felt pretty good. And then Mommis told me he was on Tramadol, a drug they give humams.

Mommis put a wifebeater on him so we couldn’t lick his wound. He can’t reach it cuz it’s on his back, but I would be very willing to clean him.  I clean Mommis all the time when she lets me.

I hope she takes the wifebeater off so I can clean his wound one day soon. And I hope he doesn’t get addicted to those pills.

Should Mommis sell the rest of them when he gets well? Comments?

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Back in Phoenix and Reluctant to Get in the Car

Mommis is having trouble getting Paunnie to go in the car. He doesn’t like it, so he lays on the ground next to the door and goes limp.

First she yelled at him a lot. Then she decided he must have arfritis. So she bought him pills. He loves those pills.

But all the while he has been jumping up on her bed no problem. Doesn’t she think there’s something else going on here? If I weren’t a dog I would say this was psychological on Paunnie’s part, but dogs don’t know about psychology so I can’t tell her that.

In the mean time, doesn’t she notice that I am the one that doesn’t jump up on her bed?

But I do jump into the car.

She doesn’t understand either of us.

Oh and she bought us a ramp, too. We both hate it.