Misguided Anger

Cooper Here: Again! Here's what new! So I did something, something bad and in return I got to take a ride to the VET! Boy, was that exciting. I used to be scared of that place but since I'm a big boy now (NOT!.....I'm only 9 months old) I was all mouth and of course tail! With my feet on the floor and my butt in the air I, Cooper, announced myself to everyone upon entering the office, whether they wanted to hear me or not. What led up to this? Well you know mom taught me how to shake right? She thought I was just being overbearing and needy when I sat down so majestic like and slowly raised one of my paws for the past week, boy was she wrong. I pulled something in my front leg. I limped for a few days and finally they figured out that I wasn't just being cute, imagine that, but I was actually injured. Doc said I pulled some tissue or muscle or something, nothings broke. And I was told to "take it easy" and "no jumping, pulling, or running wild".....can you believe that! So I get to take a "Treat" every day until I'm better. Apparently, those special "treats" are actually helping me and they ain't cheap either. Which brings me to this photo! I felt like a cat....mom & dad wouldn't let me jump around, throw my toys or nothing. They kept telling me "Be still" "Lay Down" and of course "No,No". Once I was feeling better, I hunted and hunted for something to tear up.....guess what I found. My rubber ducks! Mom bought these for my and my cousin, Libby, for Christmas. I got 10 and she got 10 baby ducks, cause well she's little. Here's the thing, I got so caught up in actually being allowed to play, I threw my ducks around and when that got old.....I ate them! Yep, ate my duck! I guess it was all of the built up frustration with the "sheltered life" I've had to endure during my recovery that I took it out on my ducks. Now..wonder if I'll have to go back to the VET because I ingested a rubber duck? GULP! Stay tuned for the pooper scooper report!