Critique of My Convalescing

I have been home now for...SIGH...four days and counting. And the number of days that I was taken pity on and treated like the poor, suffering soul that I am? Precisely, zero...nada...zilch...numero uno minus one...I mean, what does a dog have to do these days to get a little pity, a little cheese to go along with the whine...a few banjos to play in harmony with the violins? I suppose next time...I'll have to try to take more drastic measures to get some attention...or maybe I'll just figure out how to open up my treat cabinet.

So, I am coming along quite nicely if I do say so myself. I had a very busy weekend indeed. My first day home, Friday, left me all alone to sleep and get used to hobbling around...I was really dragging my leg in the morning but by the end of the day I was doing much better. My human even let me chase my ball around for a little bit and I moved a little faster when a treat was promised at the end of the trek. The human cousin Nicole came to visit as well and I made an extra special effort to move super fast so that she would be impressed...I wasn't so impressed with the nickname that she dubbed me with..."Franken-puppy"...as she claimed the staples in my back gave me that Frankenstein-esque appearance. I guess the likes of those humans will just never understand the complexities of the canine world...and I had such high hopes again for Nicole! I must also express my true sadness that she did not bring Roxy along...my Jack Russell Terrier cousin who I do so love to play with..but at least she brought me delish treats...even if they are void of ALL animal byproducts!

Saturday proved to be more excitement than I could stand...the human's let me ride in the car but I am forced to do so behind bars. Something about me being "expensive" and "fragile"...which I only see as a big bit of a baloney sandwich excuse...ohhh...I am hearing a little rumble in my tumble...I do so wish that somedays my human would just break that tiresome vegetarian habit of hers and keep some raw meat in the refrigerator for when I need it most...instead, I'll just have to settle for some Armenian string cheese...which is sort of fun to eat.

Oh...there I go again...digressing from my intentioned point of expressing my dissatisfaction with having to ride behind bars. How depressing is it for a dog that loves to feel the roar of the wind in his ears and loves to hide from the roar of the mac truck to be banished to a plastic box that is sticky and icky and just miserable? Not only was I not able to observe where we were the whole entire ride in the car...but I had no means to even figure out what road we were on!!

The whole matter makes me rather ripe with agony...I think I am going to call it quits for now...I had quite the exhausting and busy weekend and I have plenty more to write about...but you'll just have to wait to find out about the rest!

But a quick update on my condition...I can fully support my weight now on my back legs, I walk a little bit crookedly but am hardly dragging my foot at all...and I did not want to walk outside in the rain this morning. All in all, I heard my human say that I have completely returned to my normal behaviors!