Let me start off by saying that the Relentlessly Huge is a total idiot! I think that covers it.
On tutoring day I was very excited to get going. It was a wee bit frustrating that I didn't get my breakfast, but sometimes when momma knows I am going to be a very good dog and get lots of treats she makes my usual meals smaller, so I figured this was a good sign and eagerly climbed aboard the mastiff mobile.
See that purple thing? That is my good dog attention special toy. Another positive sign, right?
WRONG! Look where we are! Ruh roh.
I am not embarrassed to say I was a bit stressed when I learned of our true destination. Sure, I sometimes get food at the V-E-T, but on Thursday I didn't get any at all. Ruh roh.
Plus momma made me get on the scale which I didn't really enjoy. I am 75 labrapounds.
When we went into the examination room, I tried all my extra cute moves in an effort to turn the tide, but it was not meant to be.
When momma came to get me I felt pretty awful. Then of course when I got home, my idiot brother tried to eat me because of my dumb cone.
What a night. Mango got locked up in the dog cave (why that should be a problem is beyond me since he usually spends the night in there anyway) and momma "slept" on the living room floor while I spent most of the night pacing and (gasp) crying.
Momma had a very sore back the next day (sorry momma) and spent a lot of time in the sleepy room and had to take the ibuprofen.
But now I am feeling much better and back to my old self (even though I am supposed to "take it easy").
I am getting extra walkies.
Jarrod and Mickey had a couple of days off (guess they were tired), so I went out to inspect the progress on the front porch.
My walkies are different than usual.
I appreciate that momma lets me take all the time I want for sniffies, but am frustrated that we go very slowly and not far at all.
It is still Halloween at some houses.
But back home is a different story. When we get inside, momma puts the stupid cone on me again. This is really frustrating because it keeps me from examining my tutoring site.
The worst part, though, is that the Relentlessly Dumb still sometimes thinks I am a monster.
Momma and Master let him out in the house with me and my cone sometimes when they can watch.
But other times he gets barricaded in the dog cave side.
This can make him grouchy, especially when he hears my cone bang against something so I try to stay where he can't see me.
I was afraid he was going to shove the jailhouse chairs out of the way, but fortunately he is too thick headed to figure it out (actually, he could move that big chair too if he had a brain to go with his hugeness).
Of course when I get a cone reprieve, Mango recognizes me at once and is happy to see me.
He even wanted to bitey face with me yesterday, but momma said that we could not do that right now.
When my cone isn't on, momma and master are always watching me. I guess I am kind of interesting.
But when its time to come inside...
Back on goes the cone. Sob.
P.S. From Momma
When Dex isn't wearing his cone, I leave it on the floor for Mango to investigate. Dex is smart enough to stay away from Mango with the cone as Mango remains unclear as to what the cone monster is, but at least last night we were able to have the boys out together. Poor little Dex went into the dog cave and Mango lay at my feet, but then Mango went to go into the dog cave and spotted the cone monster! I was right behind him. Dexter ran into the corner and growled. Mango seemed totally confused and went all stiff and gave a bark. I grabbed Mango and got him out while my husband herded Dex back into the living room and then everything was OK. Hopefully the cone monster will be gone in a few days and things can get back to normal.