Wow, I had a bad situation the other day! I was having a wonderful time with my peeps out in my yard enjoying the warm Fall weather. It was about 68 degrees and I was playing with my beloved STICK. It's the only and bestest stick I ever chase.
Here it is. Beautiful isn't it?!?
So, life was good, stick was flying, I was chasing, peeps were laughing...
THWACK! Right in the face. See, I was chasing my beloved stick with extra conviction, when I suddenly slid in the leaves and slammed face-first into a pile of brush at the edge of my territory. WHAM-O. I gave a small, unmanly yelp and jumped back, but it was too late. I guess the sticks and twigs in this brushpile wanted revenge for what I was doing to their fellow stick and decided to whack me in the eye. YEOUCH.
So now my handsome face looks like this!
Ick. I got poked right in the corner of my eye. Don't worry, my eyeball is fine...a little tender and watery...okay it HURTS LIKE CRAZY, but I'm okay. No permanent damage done.
I've been able to sweet-talk my peeps into some extra food, extra scritches, and lots of that nice talk that is so soothing and comforting. Ahhhh, this isn't so bad after all. I might just milk this a little!
OH, MOM, IT'S STARTING TO THROB! OOOOHHHHHHHH, UGGGGGGGH. MAYBE MORE FOOD WOULD HELP!!!
Grr and a Wounded Woof,