Elvis is all better

I have had a miserable week.  After my neuter I couldn't even hold my head up.  And my operation hurt very much.  Worse than that I wanted to lick it to make it feel better so Phyllis put a big collar on me so I couldn't do that.  My operation was put together with glue and if I licked it I would have opened the wound.  I really didn't care, I just wanted to lick it.  So the thing around my neck only came off when I ate.  I even went outside with  it on because as soon as she took it off I wanted to sit and lick.  All this time, since last week I have just lay on the bed and looked at Phyllis with the saddest eyes I could get going, and I knew she really really wanted to take that collar off me but she didn't.  I could tell that Phyllis was worried about me because I am usually a happy bouncy kissy boy but I didn't give in.  So for one week she had to up her Lexapro just to handle it.  Yesterday she finally took the collar off as I had been wearing it for 8 days and she looked at my surgery and knew I was healed enough.  Boy oh boy what a relief.  Now I am back to barking, wagging my tail and giving Phyllis all the kisses I can squeeze in.  She leaves food in a bowl on the floor so I can eat whenever I want to and when I go to my new home that's probably how I will be fed.  AND, I may go to a new home next week.   And I think even though I was in one home for 6 years and then all of a sudden found myself in a cage in a high kill place, once I got here I did learn that people are kind for the most part and I can sleep with my person in their house instead of living outside.  And that life can be good and I can be clean and happy wherever Phyllis decides would be a good home for me.

Phyllis sometimes forgets to write what I say so I don't know if she told you before when I asked her to, but I don't lift my leg in the house or pee or poop in the house.  I did when I got here and some people said a 6 year old dog can't be housebroken,, whatever that means, but I did it with the help of Phyllis and her dog Elvis,  I love to walk and walk and walk and walk......................................Phyllis takes me for a one mile walk in the morning and a one mile walk at night with her own Elvis.  I think Phyllis would like to walk faster but there is so much grass and so many trees and bushes to smell that it sometimes takes just a little longer.

I will let you know how my new home is if I go to one and I will keep you all posted while I just get happier every day.