So, my brother was spending the night last night and we had a great time. I had been looking forward to it alllllll week! All was perfect until this
morning–I walked out of my kennel and realized that my foot hurt–it hurt a lot. I have no idea what happened or how I did this, but OUCH! Mom took me to the doctor and, get this, I broke my TOE! No big deal, right? WRONG! I am growing so fast and the break is on a growth plate soooooo we have to be really careful with it or it can mess up my foot forever. Greeeeaaaattt! I wanted to play with Cooper and now I am just zoned out and woozy from the drugs.
Well, glass half full? 1) I get to lay inside with family 2) If i make a sound my peeps jump up and wait on me hand and foot. 3) All the ladies love a wounded puppy4) It could have been worse.
The ideal man bears the accidents of life with dignity and grace, making the best of circumstances. ~Aristotle