Punk Dog (this may make you squimish)

I warned you. I also mentioned earlier that Smalls made Memorial Day memorable (or memoriable ha). First swim. First trip to the vet ER. Smalls wanted to be a punk dog and collaborated with O to pierce her head in two places, ear in two places and her throat. You win Smalls. Mommy never pierced her head or her throat. Cray face. Smalls also got her head shaved, two staples (the new anniversary gift for two years of knowing someone) and some wicked awesome drugs that make her bark and growl in her sleep (and the sleeping begins about 10 minutes after the pills are eaten). 

Keep in mind Smalls is a burrowing dog. She has successfully kept me on edge all day by trying to burrow under covers, trying to stick her head under the table, scratching her ear with her foot, getting anywhere near my bed (which she LOVES to hide under but always bumps her head on). So my tummy has been doing flips for the past 24 hours too. My first thought on waking up this morning was (no joke) "Layla isn't making noises. She must have tried to itch her head and wound up getting her claw stuck on a staple and ripping off the left side of her face. Now she's probably passed out." Who needs an alarm clock?  

So here are some of the pictures of her adventure over the past, oh, let's call it 24 hours.

Pre-staples

 

Pre-shaven neck- luckily the bleeding had gone down before I took this picture

Post-staples

Resting on Mommy back at home

Trying to get comfortable the morning after.

Still sleeping- apparently this was comfortable

So comfortable that I could take a picture of her neck without waking her up.

Shot of the part of her head that was shaved. Oh, and of course, her pink ball.