Hi Fellow Doggers,
Well, I did it. I have another health issue. This time it was a boo-boo.
Mama thinks that a black cat has crossed my path or I broke a mirror, or that I spilled some salt!
Before you all get worried on my behalf – don’t. I mean don’t worry. I’m fine.
Here’s what happened. (Or at least what Mama thinks happened.) She’s not too far wrong, only it wasn’t a cat. (Tee Hee!)
It was about 11:30 PM. I heard an interloper in the back yard. Mom and Dad didn’t hear it — Just me. Anyway, I did my little “pee – pee dance” body language.
(They’ve gotten very good at letting me out since my little accident a few weeks ago.)
I went out the back door – into the darkness — and almost caught what smelled like a “cat” lolling about in our backyard. Of course, I told him off.
Mama says that my bark sounded very different than the normal – “I’m here! Stay out.” She said it sounded more like, “I almost got you, you “*&%^” varmint! Come back here and get an introduction to my teeth!”
She interprets my barks pretty well.
Anyway, the “cat” got away. I never laid a paw on it, and it didn’t lay a claw on me either. However, I chased it pretty good under several bushes and all over the yard until it unfairly jumped out of the yard over the fence.
Mama came outside just in time to see me demonstrate my cool speed moves under the bushes. She never really saw the “cat”. She hardly saw me. I was the “White Flash” zipping by. I think I even heard a sonic boom.
(I’m not bragging. I am just THAT fast! )
Anyway, after the excitement I did my business and went back inside the house.
What Mama and Daddy didn’t know — because we all went right to bed – was that I got a boo-boo on my head. I connected with a branch and it took a little chunk of my skin off the top of my head. Dog, did it sting, but I don’t whine ( except when I have to pee). I didn’t cry or anything.
I am not a wussy dog!
Remember – I’m a Snorkie, and I’m tough!
The next morning, Dad woke up first and gave me my usual head scratch. Let me reiterate that I did not whine or cry. Dad thought I had some schmootz in my hair and sat up to pick it out. It wasn’t schmootz. It was dried blood and a scab!
The scab is about ½ the size of my mom’s pinky nail.
During the night my boo-boo bled and scabbed over. Mom and Dad both looked at it. Michael and Gregory looked at it. Michael wanted to take me to the vet.
Dad decided that I could pass on the vet because the boo-boo was already healed over and had made a scab.
The good part about my boo- boo – according to Dad and Mom — is that I can’t reach it to lick it. I’ll admit that did want to give it a few licks, but a weird thing happened. It was a little itchy, but then I kind of forgot all about it. I think it healed faster because I didn’t lick it.
More importantly, I’ve dodged a vet visit.
So Merry Boo-Boo Xmas fellow doggers!
Do you think Santa will take pity on me and get me a bit more stuff?
This is my “please sir, may I have some more” face. Pretty effective right!
Of course, now, people are watching me all the time when I come back from outside. That’s actually kind of cool. I’ve been getting a lot more belly rubs and ear scratches. I have to say I like ear scratching almost as much as belly rubs. Nobody wants to disturb my scab. I’m beginning to love my scab!
Well, Gotta run fellow doggers! I hear some vermin rooting around in the back yard.
The “Opie nator”
The Tough as Nails Snorkie!