"I know where you sleep"

Miss Heidi got spayed last week. The poor girl moaned and groaned for two days, but had a miraculous recovery as soon as she saw my neighbor. When Diana walked in, she jumped up and started bouncing around in her crate. No more moaning and groaning after that. Methinks Miss Heidi is a bit of a drama queen.



Unfortunately, she just started licking at her stitches, and licked them open at night. I attempted to bandage them, but she just ripped them off too. So I borrowed a cone of shame from my brother-in-law. It's pug sized, so it's too big for her, but the pictures are hilarious.

I call this one "I hate you."


"I know where you sleep."


"WHY?!"


"My legs don't work with this thing on."


"The internets has enough pictures."