It'll be a week tomorrow since I got bit by another dog and wound up at the vet's in a cone.  Mom has been super lax on paying attention to this blog, because life was also happening at the same time.  Well, since that event I am doing much, much better...I am pretty much back to myself! As you might recall, Mom was worried about me not going number 2 when it came to potty. Well, on Wednesday in the morning she called the vet's office to make me an appointment just in case.  When she got back to Chris' house that afternoon I was still looking and feeling pretty sorry...and Mom's worry increased. Not expecting anything, she took me outside. And I pooped.  And after pooping I TOOK OFF racing around the yard like a puppy having zoomies! I looked back at mom and her jaw was practically hanging on the ground, and my dad's mom was laughing so hard tears were leaking.  Guess all I really needed was a good poop! Ever since then I have be...