WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

Whelp...itsch done...like my surgery's over and it was CRAZZZZZZZZZY!!! I'm on shome pain meds....GOOOOOD STHUFFFFF!!!!! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!
(Lacie: Um...he's a little medicated right now, puttin' it mildly....)
Lookat this card that hottie Ashhta sehnt to me....Um...I've been chrushin' on her since the day I met 'er....she's like attached to Standude...but....he's got some compettitonion....now. Asshta...I think ur bootiful...lieke the most boutufil foxee I've ever met.....I love you!!!!!!!!
(Lacie: Ut Oh.....I'm feelin' some trouble brewin'....Babystan....Shut ur large Dale mouth...you're gonna regret these things tomorrow.....)


Here I am lookin' out the window at the vetties 'fore my snipit time.....it was snowin' and freezin' wainin'! I'm thinkin' this is NOT a good idea....maybe we could just go home now....

Mumsie wouldn't let me...sho er so I just lifted my Dale leg on this pile of "Christian Yellow Pages"....they were a lot yellower when I was done with em. The vet techie had the o dac ity to ashk me if I'm a religious sort or not. I mean I was just doin' some blaaadeer emteein'; it wasn't a political statement or somefing. Whatever.... Man, it;s harcd to tuype. Wheeeeeeeeee.....!

(Lacie...Mumsie wanted to kill him...why did he have to pick that pile to pee on????)

Thisch Teckie fooled me...I was happy...she told me I could go havve some ischcream. Lookie...my tail's a waggin' too. I follered her like a sheep to the slaughter......

She lied. Whut HIT ME????? No iceshh creeem for Sthann.

Mumsie came to wecover me. She gave me a massage and an ear wub. Hey, I'm talkin' like Ashaata!!! DUDE!!!!!!!! Ashta...where are you? I coulda sworn I was dreamin' of you...we were on a picnic......you had on this really cute bikini and....

(Lacie; Sweet Babystan...shut up....now!)


Oh Man...this pischture's outta order....that was me leavin' in my lanmpshade. Sheesch.

HA! Bet you guyz think this is me....Fooled ya!!!NOPE...it's Beckham....a very cute Dale chicka beside my cage who had her fix it surgery. She was cryin' so Mumsie gave her some love. I wanted to get in there and do sume luvin' too but the Vet said she fixed that. Don't get whut she's talkin' bout.The vettie staff was laughin' cuz they had 2 Dales side by side....Wots sho funnie bout that?

Here I am at home...wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee......but I can't seem to get comfy...it hurts to lie dahn in the normal faschin' fur shome weasun.

Here's Bruvver feelin' guilty and givning me symptathy......treats wuld help Bruvfeer.
A rear shot....ha...not lettin' ya pieeek at me...no way...I sthill have sume modesteee. Thannke yu all for all the good whishies ya sent me. I don't hurt or anythin.......g. Wheeeeeee...musta been all the zennie u guys sent....POKER TONIGHT...HERE....BRING BEER!!!!!!!!!


(Lacie: Babystan is feelin' no pain to say the least....and there is NO poker here tonight. He is going to bed. NOW. Agatha told me to consult my med surg book on Care of the Male Dale after Raisinectomy... First paragraph states "NO POKER, NONE for 7-10 days....."

"Come on Babystan....let's sit on your ice pack, and then we can take a nice little nappy."

Now I know what it means when they say nurses lead plural lives.)