After Tuesday's events I am doing alright. There has been no swelling in my leg, which is really good. Mom is watching me like a hawk, and being very careful about keeping the injured areas, especially the deeper one, clean.  We came back to NJ and Dad's house yesterday. We returned for a few reasons, one of which is that my uncle Steve is currently working from home and will keep an eye on me while Mom works.  I'm doing alright...but I am most definitely not myself. It's hard to be yourself when things hurt, though. The good news is, is that they won't hurt forever...and I'm sure that in a few days or so I'll be feeling just fine again. But for now...I'm just going to sit here and not move too much, ok? ((Wes' Mom: I really do hate seeing my little dog the way he is right now. When I came home from work yesterday (early, because all I was doing was worrying myself sick about him) and went down to my room he was on my b...

((( WARNING : This post contains a few wound photos that some may consider graphic. I will put warning before the actual photo, as well as a safe notation if you prefer not to see them. Really, they aren't too-too bad...but just in case.)) ...it doesn't get much more no-good then being attacked by a bigger dog and then having to go to the vet's, does it? That's just what happened to me today. This other dog got it's teeth into my rear end area. When we got separated I got a check over and Mom found one puncture on my rear right leg. She called my doggy doctor, and off we went to be safe. Are you sure we have to be here, Mom? I mean, it's only a flesh wound...I'm perfectly fine. Really. It was a busy day there and we spent some time in the waiting room, so Mom tried to cheer my up by taking a selfie or two with me. However it wasn't long enough until we were called back into the torture chamber exam room and I was...