Mr. Bettis has a problem, he sprained his right foot. Don't even ask how 'cos I have no idea.He has pills that he mistakes for treats (eyeroll here). He's also on bedrest....uh...yeah...try that one. As the saying goes around here, "ain't never gonna happen."
All was fine until the squirrel climbed the tree in the backyard and the neighbor's dog 'jumped bail' (as we call it) and entered Mr. B's domain. Bedrest went out the window and the big oaf was racing and ripping through our yard while I'm yelling like a banshee warrior. I'm sure it's quite entertaining for anyone within earshot. On the other hand, they're probably accustomed to it.
Mr. B will be up to his usual antics in no time flat *sigh*.
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That poor big guy. Give him a big old hug from me. I know he is just suffering. I hope his foot heals and yes, I can bet you were pretty comical screeching at him.
Good luck with the bed rest. Poor boy. At least he thinks the pills are treats.
Oh no Mr B.... good luck with that "bed rest" thing.... we still haven't figured out how to implement "quiet time" here at Lapdog Crazyland! lol
Awww, poor Mr. B.... give him a smooch from me. :) I'm sure bed rest was the furthest thing from his mind. LOL
poor guy - I'm sorry he's not feeling well. :) g
Poor Mr. Bettis. Wish I lived close enough to come by and love on him a little. (I'm sure you're rolling your eyes at me, too. LOL)
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