Conehead

Poor little conehead dog is glad to be home, or at least what she's come to think of as home. I saw the before and after pics of her hip-it was awful-the ball of the hip joint looked like a spear instead of a ball, no wonder it hurt. Now she has a shaved, frankenstein leg to go with her zipper belly-she's a mess!

I'll have to keep an eye on Ms. Prissy-who is an avid eye cleaner. She might decided to have a little nibble on the stitches or staples. It will be nice to settle in tonight with the entire gang around me. Another storm is headed our way, and we will batten down the hatches together.