The wrap on Boone's paw was slipping off more and more to the point that he couldn't take a few steps without laying down and licking it out of frustration. He was walking all retarded and we both knew it.
Work Dave hooked me up with some masking tape. I was somehow able to refashion the gauze and padding and hook him up pretty well.
This will be fun to explain to the vet at 9am on Wednesday.*
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Berber, bitch. Whatchu know about that?
My boy is lovin' this sh*t. (Disregard my penis on the right side of the pic.)
BPR was very patient, even helpful, during the process. Flyest dog ever.
*I don't like talking to anyone before 11am any day of the week. I make it a point to never say "good morning." Needless to say, I have issues. You're a sucker for reading this.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Preash: Ghetto Rigging Boone's Paw
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Lordy, Ryan Rawlings, when are you going to get the help you so desperately need. Please don't respond by calling me promiscuous again. Thank you.
You're slutty.
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