The good news is that I’m now “splint free” - the bad news is that my doctors says no playing until next week.  The picture above is an example of the ridiculous stuff I must put up with.   Up until dad “autographed” my splint bandages the other dogs in the neighborhood thought I was a real tough guy.  Now, they just give me that pity look.  So, I felt it necessary to take things into my own paws and started to gnaw the bandages off.  Little did I know I’d have a new version put on (see below).  At least this one was green.

 

But like I said, I’m now splint free.  The only thing better is when I get to go and play with my friends.  I forgot how boring it is to hang out with dad all day while he works.   I did let a bit of my pent up energy out last Saturday when dad was at the gym (see below).  However, my idea of fun got me put into this thing he calls ‘time out’.  Oh well, it was fun when he wasn’t looking...and I was able to move the entire couch 4 feet by running and jumping on it....that’s a new record for me!  :)