Skippy, I really need you. My paw hurts really bad where Mom brutalized it with those deadly scissors. I went to see the Doc last night and as predicted he tortured me! I made him use the muzzle 'cause I knew I would bite him if he touched my foot. He actually cut a chunk of it off!!! Of all the nerve!! Mom is such a wimp she hid behind the tech and cried. What's she crying for; I'm the one getting tortured!!! Doc put some numbing stuff on it but it only helped a little. Even muzzled I let out a scream. Then they tried to put a plastic cone on my head and I had to freak out again so they would leave me alone. Mom went to the pet store & bought a muzzle so she could change my bandages but, hee hee, it doesn't fit. I won't let her put a baggy on it to protect it from the rain either. She's really beside herself. She's never had a pooch like me that she couldn't do stuff to. She's really wondering what I've been through in my short little life. If she only knew. Skippy, you keep good thoughts for me and I'm sure I'll be better soon. xoxoxo Love, Rosie