Again with The Cute.

So many have asked about Chels that I decided to go ahead and share some photos.  She is back to her awesome usual self, the second in command around here just behind the Kitteh.

Bear in mind she still isn't quite healed enough for a trip to the doggie salon, and she wants me to be sure you all know that she usually HAZ MOR GORGIS.

The evening after surgery~

Ever wonder what a dog thinks about

while she is stoned?

Me either.

Such a poor baby wif her bandages.

I cropped out the back ones.

You're welcome.

Just for the record

that is MY side of the bed she's laying on.

Which means she moved from her side of the bed

where I put her.

Which means those are my pillows.

The ones I put my head on.

Yeah.

Those.

The instructions from Doc Roberts

included no going up and down the stairs

for at least a week.

This is day 3, at the bottom of the stairs

the SECOND time she ran down them.

You might ask why I would have a camera

while chasing her

and the answer is because

this is the exact same face

I was greeted with the first time.

Do you get the feeling she's thinking

NAH NAH NAH BOO YAH!

while giving me the doggie version

of the finger?

Yeah, me too.

I won't mention that she totally looks

like a llama in this photo

or that the bald spot

makes it look like she is wearing

only one leg warmer.

She's an extra helping of precious

with a side of awesome sauce.

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