So my master leaves me alone for 9 hours while he’s gone at this place that he commonly and affectionately refers to as “the rock quarry”, “BARK”, or “work”…. and while he’s gone I am left to entertain myself.  No problem, I have my blankie, my food bowl, my rubber steak, and my rubber newspaper… I use to have a stuffed duck, may he rest in pieces. 

So on 9/10/07, I take it upon myself to see how many pieces I can shred my squeaky toys into (and let me tell you, it’s somewhere around 86 pieces)… well that game was fun, but I know I’d better have this cleaned up before Thomas gets home or he will rant on and on to no end about how he was at work all day and while he was bringing home the bacon (which for some reason I NEVER see) all I did was manage to destroy stuff. 

So I tried stuffing some of the pieces down the air vent.  No dice, didn’t work.  You can only sweep so many of them under the blankie, and that just makes blankie all lumpy.  So I proceeded to eat these pieces.  Hey, if you weren’t suppose to eat it why make it look like (and in the shape of) a steak!

Well, Thomas gets home and I’m not feeling so hot.  Apparently rubber steak doesn’t agree with my stomach as well as the real thing.  Oh how i crave a good steak right now.

So I got to go visit the vet at 9:00 pm on Sept. 10th… and I got to spend the night!!!  Luckily they didn’t have to operate, and unfortunately I wasn’t able to get the x-rays to scan so I can’t post the cool pictures of my insides on the website.  But here are a couple pictures of me taken on 9/11/07 a few hours after I came home.  Notice they shaved my left arm to put the IV in me.  Definitely a reminder not to eat rubber squeaky toys ever again… although for some reason Thomas doesn’t give me those anymore… hmph.  What a wimp. 

By the way, I’m pretty sure it’s this face right here, and only this face that I’m making in this picture, that kept me from being shipped off to the pound or even worse, encouraging Thomas to have my kabobs cut off while we were already at the vet.  This defeated look is probably the only thing that saved me from punishment after Thomas got the $340 vet bill!

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