Yo! Opie here.
I'm cruising with mom to go to Dog Pad today to play with all my dogbuds and chase birds and squirrels (well, through the fence) and smell stuff. Maybe play some ball. Maybe spash in the pool.
Gomer doesn't get to go today. Not that this is about him, or anything. Cuz we all know that it's all about me! But the goofball actually tried to race me down the stairs last night. You'd think he'd have learned by now.
Anyways, he was winning and I think he missed the last step... cuz he kinda fell and slid and when he stood up he was crying like a fooldog. Even made dogmom run down the stairs!
He's not putting weight on it (very much) although sometimes he'll put his foot down when he's standing up. But he runs pretty well on three legs. I think he's been practicing when we weren't looking.
Anyways. So I'm going to Dog Pad and I think Gomer has to go to the doggie doctor.
I'm so glad I'm me and not him.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot to tell everybody "Thanks!" for all my happy annifursary adoption day wishes! ... (Gomer's is next month!)
Wuf Ya! Opie