|Here it is... our Country Club.|
It was right under my eye. Her bite tore a little hole in my face. The lady at the Country Club called to us... "Break it up girls... stop that right now!" And Cinnamon stopped.
Nobody looked at my injury. Nobody seemed to see that, under the broken skin it was all red and ugly. I slinked off to bed to soothe myself.
The next day our owner arrived to pick us up. Cinnamon trotted out like nothing ever happened. I sniffed around the reception area hoping to find some loose kibble so no one noticed my swollen sore.
That night we had dinner, played in the yard and were happy to be home. I was lying on the couch and my owner looked at me. "What happened Francesca? Poor girl," she said. She couldn't really tell how bad the injury was but it was puffy. She called the Country Club and asked if they had seen it. They said no.
|This is my hurt face before the skin fell off. It's ugly.|
|Here's my eye after the torn skin fell off. Feel sorry for me!|
This afternoon I laid in the yard in the sun with my sore face turned upwards. I think it helps the healing. I know I feel better.
Hi everyone. It's me, Cinnamon. I DIDN'T DO IT! She just hit her face on something and made up the whole sordid tale to get me in trouble. I'M INNOCENT!
|I didn't do anything!|