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Hooligan
| Remember a couple of weeks ago when I told you I tweaked my neck? Well, leading up to my appointment with Dr. Crouse, I was an absolute hooligan. My human tried to meet my movement needs without hindering my healing, but I very much live up to one of my many nicknames, Mabeldozer. I like moving, charging, chasing, flailing, racing, ramming, tugging, and all the shenanigans that frequently cause my human to say, “be careful”, “if you murder me, you’ll never have it this good”, and “slow down.” Last Wednesday, my human was sure I was ready to settle in when I stood by the back door, like I had to go outside for pee-pees. She opened the screen door, and I sprinted to my patio pool. Just as I jumped in and started splashing and thrashing, she saw a flash of lightning in the distance, so she called me to come inside. Oh, golly, I came running (just like Forrest.) I zoomed through the door, sent the rug flying while skating, scooting, and scrambling, wet paws on the slippery floor, nipping and skipping before I stopped and vomited on the floor (because I just ate). While my human shook her head and went to the kitchen to clean up the floor (and me), I ate my puke. All’s good now, no tummy upset from (what vets often call) my dietary indiscretion, and after Dr. Crouse fixed my neck up good, I’ve gotten my structured houligan time again. Today’s message is simple. Have fun. Do little things every day that make you smile. Be silly and enjoy some shenanigans from time to time. |