Apparently, my safety is no longer something I can count on. The other day, as I'm walking around in my own backyard following my dad around, I step on a piece of wood that I had chewed off a stick! And it cut my paw open pretty bad!
I mean really.... Can someone explain to me why my people aren't following me around picking up small wooden items? Is making sure that I don't hurt myself not a priority anymore? It's like they don't even care. You know what makes them care? I tell you what, when I walked into the bedroom getting blood on their carpet. They sure cared a lot then!! And ever since then, all they want to do is poke and prod at it and make it hurt again. It was almost so bad that I couldn't type this blog entry!
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