If only I could tell her where it hurts and how much...

I jumped out of my vehicle yesterday, but fell to the ground and rolled, twisting my right hind leg and yelping like I have never before. My staff was beside herself, since she bought the new but culpable corduroy coat that I was twisted up in....and because I was in pain. Sad. Ness.

My staff whisked me up in her arms two hours later when I was still whimpering on the couch every time I shifted. We went to the vet, whereupon I immediately masked all signs of debilitation. I don't like the vet and I will do anything to get the hell out of Dodge, so to speak. The nice vet man said I had some soft tissue injury, but no sprain and no break. Phew.

C.V. padding

I can carry two cookies up the stairs to the office at once. It's a skill.

Snow storm!

Where I am supposed to "get busy"?...I can't scale the banks, and when I do, I sink.

I knew it!!

The Globe and Mail has confirmed what I always suspected.....