Saturday night, Allie & me got into a "wake the neighbors" growl fest around 3:00 a.m. Mom came in & Allie & me went out to pee but Allie didn't want to come back in. Mom had to drag her in and, the next morning, we found out why. The "Princess" must have felt guilty because she had taken a chunk out of my left side at my shoulder!!! Guess the bitch was scared of what mom or (gulp) dad would do to her if they found my wound.
Well, Sunday morning Allie led mom to my wound and showed it to her. Mom asked dad if we should go to the vet. Dad took one look at it and said, "Let's go...NOW"! Funny thing was...I felt pretty good. A little discomfort but I've had worse.
Well, I ended up spending over 5 hours at the vet, all before breakfast, and when I left, I didn't feel too good.
Now I have to take pills and mom wanted to put a T-shirt on me! (Haven't I suffered enough?!)
I need a nap. Hope Allie stays away or dad will kick her butt. (I can show dad where it is - it is kinda small)