Cujo and The Cougar

Where to begin?  I had the MOST exciting day today.  My white Ninja belt was getting a little tattered and the foster mom didn't want to take it off herself, so we went to one of my favorite places, Blairstown Animal Hospital, where I got to see all of my friends and had the adhesive taken off.  The whole process took about 11 seconds, but I was in the back for quite a while because I had to visit with everyone. I got weighed, too, and I'm growing like a weed.  A big weed!  I'm pretty close to 60 pounds now - a lean, mean, brindle machine. 

Well, sort of.  This is where the violins start to play in the background and hearts fly around my head.  I think I'm in LOVE!  I had a sister (Maggie) when I was with my other foster mom, SK, but today I met an older woman!!!!  She is the most dazzling of all creatures, a slinky grey pittie, and she had a pink bracelet on and......A CONE!  I think she must be at least two years old - she's so mature and confident.  And a COUGAR!  Can you imagine?  Me, and an older woman.  I could hardly contain my enthusiasm.  We agreed to meet again next week at the clinic.  I'm going to try and muscle up some more before then, so I look really mature.  I whispered that I'm nine months old.  It was only a little lie, and I don't think the FM heard me.

So, that was the Cougar part.  Now for the Cujo episode.....here I am, Cujo in a Cone.

Look how fierce I am.  One step closer, and they would have been toast.  Toast, I say!  You can't see it because I'm wearing my cone (drat), but every hair on my spine was spiking skyward.  Even my Mohawk was higher than usual.  I was ready - bring it on!  I woofed and grrrrrr-ed, and even thought about showing a tooth or two, but then I decided that was probably overkill.  Nobody better touch my car.   Not MY car.   Or my foster mom.  Keep walking, buddy.  Move along.  I am ready to pounce - I could go right over that little hatchback thing and be on you like a Vampire.

So, OK, once I was out of the car I was all wiggly and friendly.  So what?  That was only because then I had a chance to meet you and check you out and confirm that you weren't about to steal my car or kidnap my FM.   And if you had any evil intentions, I was right there to intervene.  Good thing I have such self restraint and always exercise good judgment.

Actually, it was quite vital to my survival that I prove myself invaluable to the FM.  Otherwise, I think she might have strangled me, or made me ride home on the roof.  She opted not to use a crate because it's hard to get me in and out with my cone on.  I'm always so perfectly behaved at home that it didn't seem to be an issue (gulp).    Except that we had to stop three times on the way to the vet.  First I grabbed a plastic bag with some sort of clamp things in it and threw them around and chewed on the handles.  Then I shredded one of those sun screen things.  And ripped up a windshield guard.  Then there was the leash.  And the towels I pulled out of the holder.  And, oh yeah, the paper towels that, um, somehow turned into confetti all by themselves after they miraculously fell off the cardboard roll.  I don't know how all of that happened.  I was just hanging out there innocently in the back, with my toys and two bones.   I think there must have been a ghost or something back there.  Or maybe the devil.  Yeah - I think it was the devil, because he had a tail.  And horns!  Or was that a Mohawk?  Hmmmmm.

Here I am, on the way home - I was perfect.  Probably because I was exhausted.

 

One more thing - day SIX - no accidents!!!!!!!!  How cool am I?