don't you have days like this?  bury thy head and wait for things to get better....

i wait outside my house.  where did i go wrong?

have i mentioned the shaved patch on my back that now itches?

that patch that drives me insane???

ok, i think i'm going to make it...in spite of that itchy bald rectangle on my back...




they took away all of my toys because Dr. Hop Along said i can't play for 60 days. she doesn't want the worm bodies to move to fast and give me a stroke.  i have a whole basket of toys, but they hid it.  after they went to bed,  i showed them.  i made my own toys out of TP.  i found the roll that waits in the shower, and made the best of it. 

couldn't help myself

i'm ok.

i'm better than ok, especially when i get my tummy rubbed...  rahhn is my hero.

this is not a silent scream.  this is my happy face.

it's just me in a rough'n tough world.  glad i've made it So Far.  thanks for caring   

Friends, I'm not picture-worthy yet, but I am doing better. They're feeding me fancy foods with medicine inside. It's worth the trade off if you ask me.  Also, they're carrying me outside like a movie star chihuahua or dainty poodle. Those are the upsides of this experience.

But I'm resting comfortably, perking up my ears, and wagging my tail. Only a little--it curls back and tickles that bald spot they shaved on my back.

All in all, the worms seem to be dying quietly, and I'm coming back to life.

My attitude is still positive. I do not hold a grudge. Thank you for your concern and good wishes...