Walks!!-- Two steps forward, one step back

This week mom let me go for walks outside on a leash. We walked towards the park and I was so excited. I saw other dogs over at the park past the block from our house, but mom only let me walk one block and then I had to come home. I tried to tell her I was fine, but she wouldn't listen. She used to love it when I ran and played with other dogs, but when I tried to pull mom to the new dogs on the street she told me no. On our second walk a dog came over to my yard and he wanted to play the king of the mountain game on our back legs. I was sooo very excited. I Love jumping on my back leg, but mom said no. I pushed awy from her and tried to play anyway, but something happened and my legs wouldn't work right. As we walked our block mom and I could hear a little clicking sound coming from my surgery leg. click click. click. every time I stepped. Mom was worried, but when we got home, it was actually the other leg that mom didn't have them fix that hurt me. I walked on three legs all day using my new leg and not the one that still has to get fixed. Mom didn't hear any more clicking, so she hopes it is just my right leg making that noise. Either way, mom says we are cutting back on walks to less than a block again.

Geesh. She totally doesn't get anything!! I mean, I could have gone all the way to the park. I have so much energy!! And my new leg is so strong!! And, well, I don't really care if I have to hobble some when I get home-- it's sunny out and there are sooo many dogs outside and I want to make friends with them all. It's been so long since I got to play with friends. The last time was in the cages at the doctor's office when I had my surgery and all of those dogs felt just as icky as I did, so we couldn't even play a game of nose licks in our cages.

Still, mom says it's not good to put all my weight on the surgery side. She says it's still healing and we still have to get another picture of the leg from the doctor to make sure the surgery took. She doesn't believe me! She also says she wants to get the surgery on my other leg as soon as possible, but that means I won't play at all this summer, even on three legs, and that sounds like a total drag. I don't think I can be so bored all summer. I jumped up on the bed and the couch this week just to prove to her that I don't need the doctor and I don't need restrictions. But then I yelped and now I"m limping a little, and mom thinks she gets to be right again and I have to be back on "restriction." I hate "restrictions." I so much prefer bones, and treats, and greenies, and hikes. Ugh. I hope she gets it right soon!

If you are a dog reading this, please send your letters to my mom telling her I can play and that doctors are dumb. just address your letter to Kayla Dog Mom at Kayla's dog prison in the white house with the red canoe near the peeing tree by the cracked sidewalk, eight sticks from the little park and across the field from the circle walk. It should get there fine. Oh. And please don't leave p-mail. Mom never reads it and usually she only lets me get the headlines. Oh and about that--- to the dogs in my neighborhood. I tried to catch up and leave you all messages on our walks this week, but as you see, I didn't get much time. I'll do better next time. Kajaal has begun to take some dictation, so she can pass notes between us. I'm especially interested in hearing about the new families of squirrels up at the circle walk park. We have new squirrels in our yard too, and I heard there are lots and lots of little furry things at the park, so tell me your stories of chasing and catching. For now, that will have to do.

-Kayla