Mom tried her best to put a baggy on my foot so I could go outside but I just won't be a part of looking silly. There was a big dog at the vet and he had a plastic grocery bag on his back leg & he looked retarded. I called him Garbage Dog 'cause Mom uses those bags for garbage. I swore no one was going to do that to me. Mom bought all kinds of bandages and stuff to rebandage my foot each day but I don't think that will be necessary. I chewed the first one off and I'll do the same thing with each additional one. Mom did buy a new muzzle since the first one was too small. She hasn't been adventurous enough to try and get it on me though. That oughta be fun! I heard her tell Aunt Barbie the other day that's probably why I was in the Rushville pound, my attitude. She thought those Basenjis were bad until I came along. They're looking like pretty good dogs right now. Love you, Skippy. xoxoxo Love, Rosie