
What do you do when your three legged wonder dog and inspiration for your blog thinks she is all big and bad and gets in a tiff with a bigger and badder dog?

Well, you cry and stay awake all night worrying about her getting infection in the gaping wound on the last good front leg she has and picture yourself hauling a two legged wonder dog around in a little red ryder wagon for the rest of her natural days. Or you call your hero son (also the only son living within 2000 miles) and have him drag her to the vet, get her stitched up and stick him with the $140 vet bill. I chose option #2.
That wonder dog definitely has 9 lives! That's for sure.
ReplyDeleteI say we have Taylor engineer some sort of wheel system for her if that front leg doesn't pull through.
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