I'd like to thank my loyal fan base for supporting me during the last month. I'd like to thank the people who stuff the squishy food into the cans so eating is easier after surgery.

I'd like to thank the doctors for not putting a cone of shame on me when I came home.

I'd like to thank all the tripawds who've gone before me and blazed trails, making it easier for me to adjust. Your advice is invaluable.

I'd like to thank Evelyn for going 2 weeks without peeing on my bed and 10 days without tearing up another of my beds.

I'd like to thank my Man for bringing home the new bones and bully sticks for those first couple of weeks. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm out.

I want to thank Rocket and Samson for occupying Evelyn. Maybe that's why she's leaving my bed alone.

I want to thank precious Angel Indi for the nifty red harness that smells so yummy, just like Indi.

And I want to thank my stupid Woman for finally taking the ugly pink hoody off of me. I'm going back to licking that last little sore spot I won't leave alone, thank you very much.

Now if you'll all excuse me, I have a tent to raise, a flag to hoist, a rocket to launch and a thingamajig to show off.

Love, D.