Houdini

So I was thinking about how much fun it is to see Dr. Rosenthal because she is so nice and gives me so many treats, that I devised a plan to go visit her again: I'll slip from bonds just like Houdini.

I stretched and was able to tear away small pieces of my bandage. Eventually, I got the whole thing off, just in time for Celso my dog walker come to take me out.

When he arrived he was perplexed at mom's directions:

Brisztow's bandage cannot get wet so please insert her foot into the IV Bag, tie securely (with out it being too tight) and keep her from running.

The thing was he didn't know which foot was the injured one because neither one had a bandage on anymore!. He called mom (ahhh... the plan is going to work my friends) and mom said to put me back in the crate and that she would call the vet.

Lo and behold about 45 minutes later mom comes home and rewraps my foot, inserts it into the IV bag and off we go on our walk. Not surprisingly, we reached the vet's office about 25 minutes later.

Yeay! The plan worked! Here I am in treat central just waiting for the goodness to rain down!

Once we got back into the exam room, Dr. Rosenthal pulled out the gauze. She didn't begin wrapping my foot like I expected (nor did she give me any treats this time) but rather my neck! Wait a second here... that's not where I am injured! Next she brought over this doughnut thingy and put that over my head. And finally she put my space cone back on!

Woah. What a getup.

Only then did I get a treat - thank goodness! -- and she wrapped my foot again.

This isn't really how I thought it would end up.

I am not just a space dog.
Now I am a space-CLOWN dog.






I didn't like that color green anyway.