Mom got a little weak in the knees when she saw all my fancy stitching, but with Shuga D's help, she is getting over the gore (no bandages on my boo-boos b/c they need air to heal) and learning to apply peroxide and my special salve with tender, love and care. You can't see me in the kennel, but that's where I was while Mom prepared dinner and my brother and sister mutts got used to me being back home (and looking like a satellite dish). So far, so good. After Kitty greeted me, she settled in her bed next to me, occasionally checking on me through the slats. "Franken-Paws" is how Mom described my temporary appearance. But it's a horror story with a happy ending. Again, thank you for wishing me well!
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