The house is a drive-in movie theater this morning - as in, there seems to be a loud surround sound system playing deafening noises. Is it a herd of wild, raging Galapagos tortoises, released from the zoo, desperately seeking freedom from our bedroom to return to a distant land? It started at 5am.... apparently I'm the only one that can't sleep- Doodle and Tia are snoring.
Dude:
I'm sure I can get back out on the water again, if I could only lose this gosh-darned box strapped to my head! It catches on the floor, it catches on the door, it catches on the water bowl, it smells like yecky medicine stuff - it's just in the way of EVERYTHING! It is driving me CRAZY! I thought we got rid of this thing a couple of years ago... this is no reward for being a super stellar senior citizen surfer.
Dog mom:
Good heavens, it's Dude, charging around the room, without a single thought about his injury.Thank heavens for the Cone of Shame! It's our saving grace! He's full of life this morning after that dreadful day we had. Thank God for the wild, untamed spirit, so alive in my eldest son this morning! The survivor takes on a new day with poise and dignity! Life is GOOD!
Dude:
Dear Dog God:
OK, I promise I won't just stick my head out the dog door when it's raining, and accidentally pee on the floor...
or sneak Kitty Roca from the cat box when mom isn't looking...
or whine when she goes to work ever again....
if you'll just, please, get this thing off my head.
