Friday, May 14, 2010
After the dog goes missing
{because he bolted when the kids opened the door}
and a visit from animal control,
{because a neighbor called about a limping dog}
Emmit secured his very own appearance at the vet's office
{reluctuantly and with kids in tow, I might add}
to have a 2 inch gash stitched and bandaged.
{and leaving me $150 poorer}
Now, if only he could stop licking his wound.
{he might be able to lose the neck cone}
Poor Emmit.
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2 comments:
Oh, that looks so sad! Poor guy. And poor you!
your kids are soooo cute
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