Monday, May 28, 2007

my doggie pals...

i have had a rough week. first my mom and decided to get me tutored, um, neutered. i KNEW something was up. no breakfast and then we go to the vet's office FIRST thing! humph. i didn't want to go in.

i came home tired....kinda groggy. but it was not that big of deal, until the next couple of days. i don't mind to tell you but i was pretty obsessed with my thingees. especially at night! i licked and licked and licked. i wouldn't let mom touch them. she tired to put something on them and it stung and i YELPED and CLAWED!!! mom was worried about it, but dad wasn't.

well i guess i licked too much because things got worse. my private area was so irritated and red! so mom went out and bought me this contraption. what in the heck is wrong with her?

what IS this red thing?

this story will be continued....


-*w00f*

5 comments:

  1. Anonymous5:52 PM

    Dude! I'm sorry you had to go through that!

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  2. Anonymous11:03 AM

    Oh my! My mom is having surgery this week. I wonder if she'll need one of those, too.
    Kaos

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  3. Anonymous4:52 PM

    Poor Ranger, you'll get better pal. When Mama rescued me Butchy, she had my things removed too. Luckily I didn't have to wear one of those cone things.
    Luv & Wirey Hugs!
    Butchy & Snickers

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  4. Anonymous8:24 AM

    Ranger, I had my bits removed - and I didn't even realize it...my mama actually had to drug me because I was so wild! I hope you feel better soon.

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  5. Anonymous1:04 AM

    Whoa, Rangers!

    Sorrys to hear about your lost parts. I lost some of my parts a long times ago in a galaxy fars, fars away. And your poor brother...

    You kinda looks like a livin' Dali paintin' or somethin'. I hate those E-collars! The doorways are NEVER wide enoughs.

    I have tagged you. You gotta bark 1,2 1,2 sevens neato things about yourself. Okay?

    Hope you're feelin' betters.

    Wuufs!

    Ƨ

    P.S. Have you tried Twitter.com? It's cooools!

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