So after last Sunday's attempt to kill myself by eating something outside bigger than my throat and having my parents work the item down so that I didn't choke to death, I decided to take it easy this Sunday. Well, my parents had other plans. They thought I needed to get my nails cut and proceeded to fill my mouth full of treats. Dad was doing a really good job till he cut the last nail on my right front paw too short and I started bleeding everywhere. Then they decided it would be best if I just got locked inside the bathroom to wait it out till my nail clotted. Exciting for me. Not really, but I did figure out how to get the toilet paper off the roll. Dad loved that, but its his fault I'm in the bathroom anyways. My pearly white paw is now blood soaked and hurts like a mother. I hope things get better.
Peace Out
Ruff Ruff
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