this is not funny

They brought me back the the parts stealers. I needed glue. They are gluing me together! Is it my fault the glue didn't work? I don't think so. But I still have to wear this thing on my head. They said I was licking. I was not licking. I was trying to figure out where the hid the stuff that used to be there. There is NOTHING TO LICK!! Sorry I barked. It's been a long day for a puppy.

This thing sticks out pretty far so I keep thumping into things. Like the door.  I can't stand as close to it as I did before because if I do it goes thump and the folks laugh. They laugh when the coffee table grabs the edge, when I hold my head back and try to go up the stairs, when I try to drink water, even when I'm just laying down. Mom keeps saying I have sad eyes.

Sad eyes? Put your head in this dixie cup and try to look happy. Gee.

So, I am not going to the dog park in this thing. There is a lab pit mix  there that will never let me forget it. 

And forget that pretty Golden. She'd run the other way. Which doesn't matter much, because I have a feeling those parts they stole may have had something to do with me and her anyway.

I do get a lot of pets. And Mom gave me cheese. Cheese! Do you know cheese? Boy, get to know it, that's some good stuff. I'll probably never see it again once this bucket is off my head. I'm going to try the sad eye thing again, see if I get more.

How long is 10-14 days? Will I still be a puppy? Will there be cheese?

what happened?

I could tell we weren't going to the barkpark. I was picking up some weird stuff from my humans, so I tried the pitiful whimpering thing. They kept driving but they were talking about why I was crying and they did stop for a minute and I dragged my Mom around some grass. But they put me back in the car and we kept going.

Turns out we were going to a steel table/sharp pointy stick place, but this time they left me. They left! You won't believe what happened next. I'm kinda shy about it but I discovered some neat parts of myself the other day and now they are gone. And I was just getting used to them.

When the folks finally came back to get me, I dragged them outta there real fast before those people could take any more of my parts.

I don't know why they took my parts or what they are gonna do with them. I have to figure it out. But I know next time the folks take me to a steel table pointy stick place they are gonna stay with me or I'm escaping. When they see that part of me is missing, they are going to be really mad at those people. 

Mom let me taste her popsicle That was good. She keeps kissing my head and saying "poor baby". She doesn't know the half of it.

fixing?

Next week I am going to get fixed.

I didn't know I was broken.

I need to figure this out.

the extra human

We had an extra human in the house for a while called a "billy". Mom liked him a lot and spent a lot of time with him, but that's OK. Dad still took me to the barkyard, And the billy did stuff like run up the stairs so I could chase him. Run! Up the stairs! Boy, that's something the folks never do. I kinda like having a billy.

He wrestled, too. That was cool. Once he picked me up and we spun around and around. And he let me sleep on him. Then just as I got to really like having him here, he left. I'm not sure why, but Mom has been walking around and sniffing a lot, so I think I'll go up to the bed and look out the window for a while until she gets happy again.

Maybe I'll see a billy.