Rough day

That's what I get for trying to meet new friends. I dragged Bee to a new dog run today at Thompson Square Park. Things were going fine until I tried to steal a ball from an older, bigger, more aggressive dog. All of a sudden, I broke a nail. Big time.

There was blood. Bee freaked, but I shook it off. All I wanted was that tennis ball. And I came close to getting it until that Kujo mutha effer attacked me.

Bee gave me the spa treatment in an attempt to cheer me up, and wrapped yet another bandage on my paw. I mean, really: between the cone, and last year's injury, people are going to start thinking I live in a broken home.