The Great Flying Circle!

So I have learned something great! Once upon a time way before the fence grew, there was this circle thing. It wasn't a ball, balls are fun. It was round but flat and not very fun. When it came flying at me, I was scared!! My mommy and daddy would throw it to each other but when it came near me I didn't like it.

Then one day I watched it land on the ground and I ran up to it and pounced on it. It was dead! My mommy and daddy laughed and told me I was cute. Then a little later when I pounced on it, it wasn't dead! It flipped up and I took it! I could run around with it in my mouth! Like a ball! But not a ball.

And then sometimes when they threw it, it would roll around on the ground and I grabbed it! Then I ran some more! It was so much fun!

BUT THEN! I stopped being scared! It flew at me and I ran really fast after it and then I GRABBED IT FROM THE AIR! I did it! And then I did it again and again and again and again and again and it was so much fun! My mommy and daddy were so proud of me! I could catch it all day!!!




Do you see that? I'm a flying pup! My daddy isn't home right now, but when he gets back I am going to play more with the great flying circle! It's my favorite thing!!!!

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Extraction!

I had my wisdom teeth taken out on Tuesday morning. After fighting dentists for years, saying I had plenty of room, I gave in when I heard the word "impacted." To be honest, I didn't see any sign of this so-called impaction when I looked at the panoramic x-ray, but that's probably because I'm not a dentist. What really helped me be okay with the whole process was Jeff - he had a tooth removed by the same surgeon a few months before and it really wasn't that awful. I found out they would put you out and then you'd wake up numb and not remembering anything. Sounds almost fun. Almost.

My mom and sister drove up from Delaware on Monday to take care of me. My "last meal" was at Perkins, which was delicious and probably provided enough calories to last me a few days of eating very little. Well, that plus the insane amount of Easter chocolate I devoured that evening as well.

The next morning we drove to the surgeon's office and I waited for way too long. After 15 minutes, I was called back to pay them (money first, right??) then sent back out to wait and get more nervous. I finally went back around 8:15 and two women strapped me in and hooked me up to a monitor. I prepared for the IV but it wasn't to come. I sat. And waited. And waited some more. After staring at the monitor, I figured out the blood pressure cuff inflated every 5 minutes, so I counted down and tried to get my vitals as low as possible, just for fun. I set off the "low resp" indicator once. And kept waiting. FORTY-FIVE minutes later, everyone descended upon me and everything happened very suddenly. After thinking that the IV hurt more than I expected, I felt very drunk for about 3 seconds and then ... I woke up numb. It was weird.

Recovery went pretty well, thanks to my mother who kept me full of things to not make me feel. The worst part was the next morning when eating nothing but 3 cups of Jello the day before caught up to me. I slept through feeling like I was going to die and things have been uphill ever since.

I really appreciate how nice everyone was to me. Although sometimes I wish we didn't laugh so much playing family games - laughing hurts! But seriously, I got to stay in bed and sleep as much as I want. If I wanted mashed potatoes, I got them (they were delicious and a welcome change from Jello!) So thanks Nee, Kamoo and Jeff for making an experience that could have sucked turn out to be not so bad!

I also do not feel ashamed to say that after eating yogurt every day for breakfast, and Panera soup for lunch the past two days, I've also had ice cream for dinner. In fact, I'm probably going to have ice cream now.

And in case anyone was wondering, no, I have not eaten that bunny!