It's been brought to my attention that you people think I'm some kind of invalid or something. Look, I'm fine, all right? I've got two little stitches that don't bother me at all. Honestly the worst thing is the razor burn from where they shaved me cuz that itches ALL the time and Bran makes me stop licking it after awhile cuz she's afraid I'll chew my stitches out. So I've had to lay all splay-legged on the kitchen floor to cool it off but does she care? Nooooo.
Anyway, I wanted to point out to you people that I am NEVER off my game not even for a second. Anaste--anesh--anesth--that sleepy stuff got NOTHING on me. Exhibit A: when I got home from surgery all groggy and droopy-eyed, my killer hunting instincts were still as finely honed as ever. I hunted and destroyed an invading cricket completely on my own. How many of you have made a kill a few hours after having surgery? Huh? I know Bran hasn't. After her last surgery she just slept in a chair and spilled pudding all over herself. Ha!
The evidence:
Remember, I'm a Lab, which means I'm kind of invincible. So don't give me your pity, my friends. Instead, give me your milkbones!
Sam
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