The Old Thorn in the Paw Story

So this is me with a bandage on my foot. I got a thorn stuck in my paw (no joke) last week and Mommy took me to the vet to pull it out. I don't know why I needed to go to the vet. I mean, I wasn't limping. I didn't even notice it was there. Anyways, three people had to hold me down while Dr. Abalos pulled it out. It hurt like hell and I yelled really loud when she did it. (Actually, Mommy said it was more like an alien noise).

So they bandaged me up using pink gauze! Jeez, how humiliating. But what was worse is that the next day I was all set to attend a French Bulldog party in Huntington Beach in honor of Bastille Day. But with the bandage I didn't know if I would be able to go. Luckily, Mommy and Daddy Mike felt real bad for me and they took me anyways.

It was a lot of fun, except we were all on leashes and I had to be carried a bit. Still, I got to see all sorts of frenchies in all different colors. Mommy and Daddy Mike spied some baby frenchies and kept asking me if I wanted a little brother but I said no. I'm not sharing with anyone!

Mommy took at least 50 pictures. Then later that night when she was out with some friends she deleted them all by accident cause she's a big drunk.

So we don't have pictures to show you from the party. I got so mad at Mommy about this I ripped off my bandage yesterday. Haha, that'll show her.