Time for a Pedicure

Human informed me that it's time for my next pedicure, which means Farrier will be coming to visit.

I love being pampered and preened over, so getting my hooves trimmed is one of my favorite things, I mean what gal DOESN'T love a pedicure?

Farrier is a funny guy. He pretends he's all gruff but really, he's a big push over and he is SMART too, he KNOWS how special I am and always tells Human I'm a "keeper". Well of COURSE I am a "Keeper" uh, Hello???? FABULOUS BY DESIGN is my name, sheesh.

I guess Mom is getting a Pedicure the same day I am. I guess Farrier is going to be busy, but as long as he does me first and gives ME the most attention, it's all good.

But I don't Want to!

Human informed me last night that because I'm still hurt, I'm definitely going to be seeing another doctor, someone she calls "orthopedic specialist".

I don't WANT to see ANY more doctors.. The poke and they prod and the stick you with needles and steel your blood and give you drugs that make you feel all woozy-like and make you stand still while they do things to your behind (something called rectal sonogram or some such nightmarish words) and all in all, there is nothing good or fun that has ever come from a Doctor's visit....

The only GOOD news is Human said that if THIS doctor can find out for sure why I keep hurting off and on, I won't have to make the long trip to the hospital far from my daughter and home and friends, so I guess I DO want to go to see this new Doctor after all.