News from Paris

First I want to say that if I speak really clearly Phyllis understands my twang and is now able to tell you what I ask her to write. 
First of all she knows now that I lived most of my life with an older lady in Walla Walla Washington.  When my person started to get just slightly confused about a lot of things her grand-daughter took me back with her to Tennessee.  Then I hurt my knee playing with a big dog but it's not so bad and hardly bothers me.  My new owner had a baby and a big dog and a daughter and taking care of me was more than she could do so she had to give me up.  We loved each other and she didn't want to do it but was very brave because she knew I needed a better home more suited to a little dog.  So that's how I got here.
Today I went to a big building with lots of people in white coats.  One of them came to look at me.  I was really shaking.  Don't like strangers putting their hands all over me.  Well, do you?  Anyway they took me away from Phyllis and they took pictures of my leg.  When the dogtor came back he told Phyllis that my knee isn't so bad but my hip is dislocated.  Phyllis thought that was better than a bum knee but the dogtor said that he put my hip back in the socket lots of times and it kept popping out.  Before they did that to me they gave me some medicine.  Once the medicine started to work I didn't care what they did to me.
I'm sure I will need to have surgery. I don't know what they do but the dogtor did tell Phyllis.  I don't understand medical stuff but it sounded like they will take the ball that fits into my hip socket off and just let scar tissue fill the space and he said I may never run a race but I won't have any pain, which is good because it hurts a lot some of the time now.  I make sure to never let it touch the ground and i'm ok.
This evening Phyllis took me out to potty and on the way back (not that I moved except in a circle - I never had a leash tell me where to go and I won't do it so I plant 3,5 pounds of me and won't move) the neighbor next door was outside with her little dog.  I got so excited to see another little yorkie I just ran on my 3 good legs and started to play with him.  He is so cute.  His name is Brody and he liked me too.  I was so happy.  I am telling you this to show you how smart I am.  I don't play with Phyllis' dog Elvis and don't play with the chihuahua, Cookie, but I wanted to play with this cute little boy because I knew he was the same kind of dog as me.  And tomorrow is another day here in my little piece of heaven.