September 3, 2007. I am really starting to heal quickly. I am nowhere near as itchy today, so the medication must be killing off those pesky fleas. My bald spot has nice light layer of white peach fuzz, so I no longer look like an old man who has lost his toupee. I still look rather funny though, almost like an alien being has planted a crop circle on my head.
Now if we could say the same about Tom and Renee. Tom woke up with a very bad migraine this morning, to add to all his other troubles of the past few weeks. Poor guy. Even Renee is not feeling too well this morning and stayed in bed much later.
Early in the afternoon, both of them were feeling a little better and we went across to the park. Because of my cone head status, I couldn’t play fetch, but Tom and Renee let me off-leash and I was able to run around like a maniac chasing those pesky crows. Thankfully, they didn’t chase me back this time, but having this big radar cone on my head may have concerned them.
It felt so good to be running free after being cooped up for two days. It was a little different though because I had to run head up and the cone kept bouncing up and whacking me on the chin. It did act lik
e a big hood scoop though and funneled a lot of air up my nose. I was pretty tired after that and we went for breakfast and coffee.
Then Tom surprised both Renee and I by driving out to my old stomping grounds at Burnaby Lake. As soon as we made the turn I knew where we were going and voiced my approval. I was very excited to be going back. It’s not quite as good as the lake where I was free, but it ranks a good second place.
Despite Tom feeling awful with his migraine, he still took us for a one and a half hour walk through Burnaby Lake. It felt good to be back here. Not to mention that they let me walk the whole walk without the cone on. It felt good to be free of that thing, even for a little while.
Unfortunately, by the time we returned home, I was feeling really itchy again and started to scratch. At that point, I became one with the cone heads again. What is it that the Borg in Star Trek used to say? “Resistance is futile, you will be assimilated”. Well, it is true and I have been. I will live among the cone heads for the time being and study their customs, before breaking free in a few days time and returning to my own people and self.
I did take matters into my own paws though. I have managed to escape from
the cone a couple of times, but this evening I think I made my escape permanent. I also have a good judge of character. There is an old crook Tom used to chase around in his days as a police officer, who is now in a wheelchair.
He kept cruising back and forth by my yard and it drove me mental. I went charging back and forth and finally blasted between the tree and the fence. That caught both edges of the cone at the same time and caused it to explode open. It appears to be beyond repair, so I am free!
Now if we could say the same about Tom and Renee. Tom woke up with a very bad migraine this morning, to add to all his other troubles of the past few weeks. Poor guy. Even Renee is not feeling too well this morning and stayed in bed much later.
Early in the afternoon, both of them were feeling a little better and we went across to the park. Because of my cone head status, I couldn’t play fetch, but Tom and Renee let me off-leash and I was able to run around like a maniac chasing those pesky crows. Thankfully, they didn’t chase me back this time, but having this big radar cone on my head may have concerned them.
It felt so good to be running free after being cooped up for two days. It was a little different though because I had to run head up and the cone kept bouncing up and whacking me on the chin. It did act lik
e a big hood scoop though and funneled a lot of air up my nose. I was pretty tired after that and we went for breakfast and coffee. Then Tom surprised both Renee and I by driving out to my old stomping grounds at Burnaby Lake. As soon as we made the turn I knew where we were going and voiced my approval. I was very excited to be going back. It’s not quite as good as the lake where I was free, but it ranks a good second place.
Despite Tom feeling awful with his migraine, he still took us for a one and a half hour walk through Burnaby Lake. It felt good to be back here. Not to mention that they let me walk the whole walk without the cone on. It felt good to be free of that thing, even for a little while.
Unfortunately, by the time we returned home, I was feeling really itchy again and started to scratch. At that point, I became one with the cone heads again. What is it that the Borg in Star Trek used to say? “Resistance is futile, you will be assimilated”. Well, it is true and I have been. I will live among the cone heads for the time being and study their customs, before breaking free in a few days time and returning to my own people and self.
I did take matters into my own paws though. I have managed to escape from
the cone a couple of times, but this evening I think I made my escape permanent. I also have a good judge of character. There is an old crook Tom used to chase around in his days as a police officer, who is now in a wheelchair. He kept cruising back and forth by my yard and it drove me mental. I went charging back and forth and finally blasted between the tree and the fence. That caught both edges of the cone at the same time and caused it to explode open. It appears to be beyond repair, so I am free!
1 comment:
So so so happy Toby baby is feeling
better!!! and that you are feeling better too!!!!
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