Bojie and Rigsby- How the west was won, one Newf at a time: I am your Yoda

OK, people. Before I tell you all of my most recent adventures, it's important to fill you in on a really important story first. Sometimes, I have to take things down a few notches and be serious. Besides the fact that I like talking about myself, it's also really important for me to include this story in my blog, because A LOT of fellow dogs and their people have to go through this, and sometimes, every so often, this blog can be educational! Can you believe it! I can be your YODA!

So my students, let me take this opportunity to tell you that not only am I awesome. I am a super hero. I think that after you hear this story, you will appreciate my successes even more. You all know about the emergency surgery that saved my life from an obstruction, because you faithfully read my blog and would never miss a post. RIGHT?! You can brush up on that story *Here* just in case you repressed it because it was so scary for you.

Now, I need to tell you another family secret. Besides the fact that I am magical like a unicorn because I have opposable thumbs and can type on a computer, I am also bionic. For. Real. Like, if I walked through one of those metal detectors at an airport, it would totally go off. And they'd check my fur, and check my collar, and everyone would probably think I "was packing" (I love using that phrase, because sometimes I like to listen to rap) because I've been known to wear cowboy hats and bandanas (that was a little sneaky line I added to give you a hint of a story coming soon- put it in your memory bank). BUT! The truth is, the metal is INSIDE of me.

You see, about 6 months after my emergency surgery for an obstruction, I was practicing pulling my cart one day getting ready to take the draft test and all of the sudden SNAP! I felt like something was very wrong in my back leg. Like what happens to all those middle aged men, who think they're still as bad ass as they were in high school, and decide to join a men's basketball league or lacrosse league and they go out all crazy like they are 20 yrs old again. You know what I'm talking about. The men that start sweating as soon as they get out of their car, they've got new shiny sneakers which totally give away the fact that they are so out of shape, but they still consider themselves to be uber athletes because they played in college. They think they look like this:

But really they look like this:

and then they do one quick sprint as soon as they get on the court or the field and tear their ACL. But they go home and tell their wives the injury happened during a "really hard hit" or "a dunk" when really, all they did was take their first jog in like 15yrs? Yeah, that's how I felt.

But I digress. . .The next thing that I knew, I was totally lame on my back left leg. My mom did her silent freak out thing that she does when she's all worried about me and she called the vet. I was thoroughly examined, had some xrays and had a positive drawer test on my exam which proved that I had ruptured my CCL (cranial cruciate ligament- you see, unlike the middle aged fat hairy bald guys who get hurt and tear their ACL's we dogs have CCL's. Same type of injury slightly different location in the knee). Two days later, I was in an operating room having TPLO surgery (I was going to go all into detail about what this is, but the truth is if you have found my blog that means that you are that adept at using the internet, you can totally find out all of that information on your own, plus then my blog gets really serious, and sad, and overkill boring)

. . .But get this guys. My mom was IN THE OPERATING ROOM WITH ME. She was there for the ENTIRE thing! I was never alone! Even when I woke up! There she was! She is the coolest mom EVAH! Also, I think she is every veterinarians nightmare. But, I still think she's cool when she's not acting all crazy, so whatev's you veterinarians. Think what you will.

MY surgeon was equally as cool as my mom, because he invited her in to watch. Also he's awesome. Also, my mom ends up getting a crush on ANYONE who takes care of me when I'm super sick or injured. No matter what they look like because to her, they all just look like super man even if they probably just look like one of those middle aged men about to tear a muscle or break a bone on the basketball court.

Here is a photo chronicle that my mom took of my time in the hospital. At the very end, There are some super cool videos of my recovery. You better watch them. Remember, I am a super hero now, so I will be able to tell if you don't watch them (I'm like freaking Santa Claus. You're on my list!) They make reading through all of this blog post worth it. I got to swim in an indoor pool AND walk on an underwater treadmill. Seriously, I doubt any of those hairy mens wives take them to indoor pools and underwater treadmills after they have their surgeries. It was like I had arrived at Newf Disney Land. I also got a bully stick after EVERY session. Trust me, there is nothing NOTHING like bulls penis after a hard work out (that's what a bully stick is- I'm not being derogatory. LOOK IT UP PEOPLE! You're on the internet! FORGET JARED! NOTHING SAYS I LOVE YOU LIKE SOME TASTY BULLS PENIS!)

In the anesthesia recovery unit: