I got an owy on my foot. One of the foots that’s on the same end as my waggy tail.
Mommy and Daddy say I’ve hurt it before. I don’t remember because running is fun. So is Ball. And Tiger. Squirrels are fun to chase.
Doctor Julie says we should “put it on the calendar” if it gets hurt again. Daddy said I should “blog” about it. He doesn’t know how to pronounce “woof.”
I think Daddy might be broken. He didn’t play with me very well when my foot hurt. I can still run. But one foot won’t run. But I can still run.
But even though Daddy wasn’t throwing Ball for me like when he’s not broken, I still played for him. He likes it when I drop Ball under the table and it rolls under the place he watches that thing that sometimes has dogs on it for me to look at.
He stretches and reaches and chases Ball. Everybody likes chasing. That’s why I make it go under there.
I guess I’ve now blogged. It’s a dog blog. That made my tail wag!
I’m sleepy now.