Howdy Everybuddy
Before I had a chew on my chicken foot, mum ordered me a new bed. I waited patiently.
It arrived in the mail. A pop bag???
What the heck is that blue thingy?
Oh my dawg. It's getting bigger.
And bigger.
Would you believe that blue bag was full of squished foam which puffed up and filled my new bed. It was amazing.
Er, mum, there's a spider on my lounge chair.
Hehehe, my bed now.
Aww, what do ya mean we have to share?
Sure mum. You know I'm a good sharer.
I love to share.
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Mine I say, aaaaaallll mine.
A few days after my chicken, er foot, eating episode.
Aaah, nice and comfy.
No worries, and love, Stella and slobbers, Rory
P.S. There is a photo of Rory's injured foot if anyone is interested.
It is quite gross so if you are squeamish, don't bother looking.
Just scroll down real fast without looking if you want to comment but don't want to see the photo. I've left a big gap between the photo and the comment panel.
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I'm not sure how his foot will look when it heals and if the nails will actually grow properly.
Take care all.
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