|I have naked legs!|
|Why, why did she do this to me?|
Today, she left me at home for a couple hours so I just slept until I heard the car. I hate the cone on my head but I'm figuring out how to move my head to stop hitting things. When she came back, she had my hamburger and chicken for my dinners. She took off the cone and put a T-shirt on me. She said my new therapist (that I haven't met yet) suggested it might work to keep me from licking my sutures. It feels weird but it's a lot better than that cone.
|I can pick up my stick without the cone!|
I've been licking my lower legs and mom tells me not to. I got a fresh bone tonight. Yum.
|Ohhhh, the shame. I wish I knew what I did wrong.|
|This is weird.|