Poor B, my frankenbully. He had to get his ever so cute outie belly button removed a few weeks ago, it was beginning to get troublesome, and if that wasn't enough he somehow got his original incision infected, which of course, required yet another surgery. He left the vet after the last surgery with a load of pills, a drain tube placed in his belly and a huge list of care instructions for Mike and I. We, somehow, got through it and now B seems to be recovering nicely. Thank goodness. He actually just got his stitches taken out this morning.
Mil and I had to attend a Bully Reunion sans Boris since he was supposed to be recovering and taking it easy at home. I sure missed B, I know he would have loved the chance to play with his sister and brothers, but Mil and I had a blast. Mil had her own little pack of bullies following her around the dog park. At one point she got stuck up on a hill, and when she cried for help to get down all the bullies ran to her.
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