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?
Such a poor baby wif her bandages.
I cropped out the back ones.
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.
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.