Eeeew Collar

There.

The dreaded e-collar.
The Whatever, Ashley.
Some of you emailed me for pictures of it.

I often wonder if the SPACE is not too much for my li'l head.
After all, it once belonged to my late bro Bogart.
And Bogart had a humongous head!
No, make that 'Bogart was HUGE, bless his MACRO soul!'

Well, as they say, don't ask to try it
OR YOU'RE GONNA GET IT!

WOOF!
What a blue, blue world!
Purrfect for Blue Monday, Sally!

Now I can't turn my head around
which is the reason for its being.
Hoomans strap it on ya so ya can't touch yer body.
Therefore, ya can't lick yer drooly hot spot!
Do ya HEAR that, Popsy?!!?!!

Now you know why my drooly world
gets splashed out, Amy!

Of course I can attempt to look SWEET, Ashley:
And of course I look BRIGHTy and smarty
not to mention,
that when I get stuck in bluey
I end up SEEING DOUBLE!

And I see TWOs everywhere!

And when I see two toes (er,paws?) on a Monday:
I think of Lisa and Kitty going woofless
and that makes Toesday on Twosday!
nya nya nya . . .

". . . life comes in two tutus, tut-tut . . ."

So before I get totally confusedsy
lemme jaz tell you
that the renov isn't over . . .

. . . and my own hot spots are dry, DrGeoff:

. . . but not my Popsy's:
(Note at Popsy's left paw!)
as the TWO of us waitsy . . .

for somebody to join us . . .
which now makes it THREE . . .

. . . and I wait in my black and white weekend, Dragonstar
until this Oh-Ghost month pass
as happy spirits roam our Heaven
and we drooly bade them
to enter in twos
and never be blue . . .






Have a blue, happy, o-ghost August!