Nala here your poor Pitty Pups.
I have been subjected to such unimaginable trauma.
I was taken to this place and they knocked me out.
When I woke up I was definitely no longer my former self. Part of me had been extracted and it wasn’t a tooth!
I’m improving and firing again on two cylinders but I’m certainly not the same girl I use to be.
I’m not sure I can trust these humans again.
The pain meds aren’t bad, taste a bit like a treat, though they make you feel real woozy.
See my uncle Scooby though he’s been great.
Looked after me like a gardien Angel.
I think we may have come to a different understanding and deeper respect for each other at least until such times as I can grab him by the scruff of the neck again.