The New and Improved Tiny Tim!

So, I'm off on the first part of my new life!  Wednesday, I came back to NJ and went to visit my friends at the Blairstown Animal Hospital again - I LOVE it there.  Everybody is always so happy to see me, and my friend Jenny tucks me in at night with my blankie and favorite toys when I have to stay over.  It's kind of like going to sleepaway camp.  The big news is that my brindle fur is now luxurious and sparkly because Mommy SK took such good care of me, and I gained ELEVEN pounds while I was back in Philly, waiting for the next installment of my saga.  I was supposed to have a BIG operation on Thursday, but it got delayed until yesterday.  My foster mom was all worried that I wouldn't be ready to come home today, but (of course) I was up and ready and raring to go!

(Foster Mom here - the little guy went into surgery as Tiny Tim and came out as a Ninja Warrior!  He's unstoppable!)

For those of you who have been worried about me - fear not!  Now that I'm free of that encumbrance, I am footloose and fancy free (or foot free and fancy loose maybe).  I'm supposed to be on bed rest (yuck) for the next two weeks, with frequent little walks during the day to strengthen my left leg.  Other than that - NO wildness, no leaping about, no diving into snowbanks, leaping on or off furniture, skidding across floors or any other fun stuff.  There are these stupid, grippy type rugs all over the tile floor so I don't slip, and I have to wear a cone on my head.  I can't stand it. 

  (Me again - Timmy, if you'd STOP tearing around like a maniac, and you'd stop trying to rip off your "shorts", maybe you could have a little more time without your E-collar.)

 So, lest anybody think that I, the Ninja, am allowing this torture to go unanswered.......let me set the record straight.  I've been home for 6 1/2 hours now, and I've had a blast.  The foster mom has given up entirely on trying to put my red coat on.  Hah!  You think she's fast enough to get those surcingles on me now?  Not now that I can move at the speed of light!  No way - it's like trying to dress an alligator or a race horse or something.  I have a new red coat now - a bigger one that goes over my head and has big velcro things that she can (sometimes) stick together pretty fast.  I let her do it because that way we get outside faster.   I used to sort of shuffle along but now I can run like the wind, and leap like a gazelle.  And I can PULL!  I am so strong and balanced now without that dumb leg dangling that I pulled the foster mom right into the snow.  She didn't think I'd be able to walk in the snow, but I showed her that I can run in it if I want to.   And I can zip over the little rock wall that used to trip me up, and then I can get my head almost stuck in a drain pipe and then I can slip out of my leash so that she has to throw herself over me in the snow to catch me - all the while being careful not to touch my right side.  It's the MOST fun to get her all worked up and hysterical. 

But, I had my dinner, I trashed a couple of bones, and I've been outside a couple of times since then, and I pooped (in my special spot, as always, even though it involved a long trudge through the snow - a guy has his principles, you know), and I think I'm about worn out.  I had a little snuggle on the couch with her (just to make her happy and remind her that, deep down, I'm still Tiny Tim) and now I'm going to bed.   I'll post again tomorrow just to keep everybody up to date.  And the Foster Mom said we're going to announce some big secret or something soon, too, so that everybody can share in my happiness.