Trip to the vet...

My owners tricked me into thinking I was going for a walk when they put my leash on. Instead, they bundled me into a car. I didn't want to go - I had to be carried. My owners took me to the vet to have my stitches removed...it wasn't so bad and the vet gave me a treat.

Later that night, my owners' friend, Tasha, came over to meet me. I was so excited that I jumped all over her. My owner threw me out of the house. I immediately showed my discontent by dragging the blanket from my kennel and wrapping it around the stump of a tree. That ought to show who's leader of the pack!