Ruben's face -- part two

This weekend mother had to go back to the clinic early on Saturday morning.  One of my boy pals that I've written about before, Ruben, was having an emergency.  Not a typical emergency I guess because there was no running around the house frantically eating breakfast.  Mother said that we had to go help Ruben with his face.  Not again, I thought, how much of the metal can they put in one dog? 

I knew that Ruben would be fine from the minute I caught his tail wagging as I entered the clinic.  He had a small amount of the sweet red syrup on his face, but not enough for me to get any off the floor.  Also, he was not howling like he was the first time, when he was broken face Ruben.  This time he kept wondering why everyone was looking at him.  Mother checked him out, but now that Ruben is always so worried about his face, he had to get the pinch just so that he would hold still!

Mother had to get the vibrating hair scissors out and remove some hair off of Ruben's face.  I don't know why you would want to make the sores on your face to stick out, but mother seems to like them that way.  Ruben had to have a couple of other pinches too, one to fight off "infection" and one to reverse the sleeping medicine.  I guess Ruben needs extra of the fighting off medicine, because if he fights off infection like he fights off Bosco, he needs all the help he can get!

As for Bosco, he sent a little note along with Ruben, because I think Bosco knew I would be blogging about this again, and I guess he's tired of getting all the blame.

The note was simple and to the point, it read: 

I have lived in this house long before the barking, biting, wagging, fluffy Ruben came here.  I go where I want, when I want and am the only dog trusted to be left out of a crate when my people leave. I tolerate the barking, I tolerate my mother fawning over the Ruben, and taking him places only I used to go, but I will not tolerate any tasting of my treats or my squeaky rubber balls.  I have told him this many times and he does not listen.  I have taken it upon myself to teach him the ways of proper dog etiquette.  For this I do not apologize.  -- Bosco.

After reading this note and looking over at my best friend Bea, I realize how lucky I am to have a best friend like her.  It sure doesn't hurt (no pun intended) that she missing most of her teeth.