I am Home but I am not Happy - Dozer

So's Mum picked me up yesterday and spent a bunch of time with my doctor, Jennifer. I have to do those stupid exercises again. And I have to wear this stupid donut around my neck too.

I am not supposed to put any weight on my leg for 8 weeks while it heals because I could break the bone. And I have to be in my cage.

When I am allowed out I have to have a sling around my mid-section so Mum can hold my leg off the ground.

Every 3-4 hours Mum is going to run home from work and put frozen peas (in the bag) on my knee to reduce the swelling and do some of those stupid exercises.

This sucks. And I am not happy. Hence the reason I tried to bite Mum's hand this morning when she started those stupid exercises.

Someone send me a file so I can saw my way through these bars and escape.

I'm Packing, Bed Rest Sucks!

Moco said he would join Howie in saving me from prison. I will try and figure out to thank them later. For now, I am packing and looking for file to break out of my prison. Could someone bake me cake with a saw inside please?

Moco wrote:

Tell Howie to bring that rolling trailer house by here and we will come help him rescue you. Your mom will quiver when we come as a pack of 2 or 3 or 4 to break you out of the "big house." Of course I will make you rest and do physical therapy to get that leg back into action. That Coop is a great sib. I know from experience though that their (cockers) attention span is short. You can't fault him for trying though.

Update 3:41pm: Emmit the Pug said he is coming for me too. (Click his picture to visit his blog. I had no idea pugs could draw so well, must be because they have small paws.)

"emmitt says he will also be in wagon to help break you out. he has a cardigan corgi cousin named moe who is the brains of his gang and help is on the way.xom & e "

Thanks Howee and other Fatties

Thanks to my pals in Texas who put me on their blog. Howee, I feel bad I never came and rescued you when you were locked up for fartin'. Can you rent a Winnebago and come rescue me from prison? I've been sentenced to 6-8 weeks and won't get out until Christmas at this rate!

Coop is such a woose

Cooper is such a woose, he spent the whole night on the couch or by my cage. I was fine, I didn't need company. But he seemed compelled to stay by me - it's not like we have ghosts in the house or anything. The least he could have done is to try and get the doors open on this prison and get me out of here! But no, he was keeping watch and the next thing you know, he's pulling z's and laid out like a rug again. Sheesh, what's a corgi to do? I did figure out that once I pee or poop, my walks outside end. To that end, as it were, I am holding everything as long as I can and turning a deaf ear to Mum as she pleads for me to do my business. I bet Chrissy, the vet tech, would take me for long walks. I do miss her feeding me by hand. Mum looked over the top of her glasses this morning and said "Not on my watch young man". Now I know what it is like to be sentenced to prison, the big house, up the river. I need a lawyer and I need one fast!