I am NOT a Happy Camper

And neither are Mom and Dad.  I overheard Dad say I’m walking around like a drunk teenager.  This stupid thing keeps hitting up against everything and I am NOT happy about having it on.  Mom said she may not survive this but I’m the ONE whose having to deal with a contraption on my head – it’s not fair.  First they cut into my body and now they expect me to wear this hard hat for 10 days!  I can’t run, walk without being on my leash, go potty without being supervised – NO freedom in this house.

I already broke the hat and Dad put some duck tape on it.  Maybe if I break it again I’ll be free for the next 10 days.

I heard Dad ask the vet if there was Valium – not sure if it was for me or for him….S

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