No barking at passersby. No begging for food. No being underfoot or pawing my face at 6AM. No hogging the bed or snoring. No demanding attention and jumping on guests. No pleading for walks or dragging dog food through the house.
~only silence~
It happened right after I went for my walk yesterday. I had this urge to pee and I needed to go right back outside. Mom said I was just trying her patience and that I'd already peed a zillion times on our walk. But she left me go out anyway.
When I first went - I thought, huh! Maybe mom was right. Maybe I don't have to go after all. But then when I went back inside I had that feeling again. After about an hour of hearing her and dad complaining about who was going to take me out next, they decided to give me the silent treatment. So I paced and I pawed and I finally plopped down in front of them and pleaded, 'p-l-e-a-s-e take me out!' But still, they ignored me.
Now I may look a little scruffy right now (pre-grooming) but I still have my standards for good hygiene and I needed to go OUT!
I thought for sure this would get there attention: I went to my toy box and picked out my newest one - the one they love the most - and I started pacing with it in my mouth. 'Look!' I pleaded... 'I'm carrying you're favorite toy. Now can I go out?' Still, nothing.
After a long night of pacing and faux-peeing on the floor while mom followed me around with a flashlight, I started to be sick to my stomach. That's when Mom started to cry. After making some phone calls, she loaded me into the Buick, and here I am.
I was supposed to have surgery today, but they must not have given me enough medicine because I tried to bite the doc. I think I heard someone say they're going to try again tomorrow. I'm so woozy right now... I just need to get home to mom and dad. I'll bet they're worried. Gracie.
