Actually, we have mostly been home. Well, that's not completely accurate. "WE" meaning Sir Bear, Mister Higgins, and Yours Truly. The Duke and Duchess have been off shopping and doing Heaven knows what, leaving us at the castle to fend for ourselves. Now, is that any way to treat a Queen? NO!
The good news is (sort of) that the wrapping is off the leg for now. I do not miss it at all. The lump on my "knee" is a bit smaller, but still obvious. The Duchess says I will need to have an Xray most likely, but for now we are to keep an eye on it for any change. Also, I should refrain from running. Ha! Like that will ever happen! Oops. . . please don't tell the Duchess I said that. She said she would trust me outside until I prove her wrong. If she finds out I am running I will be back on the dreaded leash. Our secret? Thanks!
The bright side of being neglected is the "guilt". I can make the Duchess feel guilty just by giving her a kiss. If I give her two kisses she will let me chew on a rawhide bone for awhile. Works every time! This morning she found a little "matt" behind my ear and you would think the world was ending! That ought to be good for a Frosty Paws at the very least! Maybe even Peanut Butter Dog Treats!!!
So, I guess what I'm really saying is that life is good here at the castle :)
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