She Broke Me

And You Think This looks BAD....This part of my day was a picnic. 

Having Scrappy sit on my face with his Butt on my nose was the highlight.

 Ten minutes later, I look like this.  My Vickie Broke Me.  She broke my nose and bruised my eye.  She scarred me for life....My name will now be SCAR FACE.   Yep, the pretty days are gone and it all started with a game of "Throw the Ball My Vickie, come on, Throw it, Throw it."  

"Yes Yes, good throw."

Now I will run full speed in the directions My Vickie threw it and I will abandon all things except my keen desire to capture the red flying ball

Oh Crap!!! A FENCE

 Interestingly enough and thankfully, My Vickie didn't see the damage she had caused until we were at our weekly fun date with my girls and Murhpy.  When we got out of the car is the first time she noticed how she had damaged my Handsome face for all time.

Luckily she decided we could finish our play time with the girls and Murphy but she immediatly got on the cell phone and called the doctor to see if he could see me.

My Vickie:  "Hi Misty, Is Dr. Doughty In"

Misty:   "Why yes he is Vickie, is there something we can do for you"

My Vickie:   "I think I broke my dog"

Misty:     Laughing sounds coming over the phone lines

My Vickie:   "Stop it, I didn't mean to break him, I just did:

So the conversation went.  Through Misty's laughter, My Vickie and her made an appointment for me as soon as she could get me there.

But first.......I MUST SWIM

 Isn't ANNIE lovely when she is all wet?

 And it is hard for me to tell, but this is Annie or Baci....I'm really not sure.

And off to the vets I go.

 Luckily my nose is not broken but I have bruised up my eye pretty good.  So Dr. Doughty told My Vickie to put a frozen steak on it as a cold pack.  Well we don't have frozen steak but we did have some salmon. 

 So she hooked that thing to my head and made me sit quietly while she "Cold Packed" my injury.  I would much rather eat the stuff, but that was not to be.

 Finally, it felt so good that I just went to sleep. 

So, unless My Vickie is willing to pay for plastic surgery, I may be scarred for the rest of my life.  I am not sure if that is cool or sad.  Right now it looks sad, but who knows, after it heals, It may make me look Totally cool for the ladies.   I hear that scars are sexy.  Whatever that means.

Well I am off for another cold pack sleep.  Take care everyone and watch out for those fences.

Love
Bert