J. Edgar is a little confused. He was fine when I brought him home from the animal hospital but now he keeps trying to get his nose to the place where he used to have private parts in order to inspect them. Unfortunately he is just not that limber. He, like me has more the physique of a football player than that of a dancer. You know, thick heavy bones and thick muscle that doesn’t stretch very far (I still have the bones.)

My Little Puppy weighted in at 46 pounds at the vets today. He dislocated my shoulder (It's not that hard to do on me.) when I was trying to get him into the minivan this morning. I got it popped back into place after a bit but it hurts like hell.

I suspect that now that the sedative has completely worn off, he feels pretty sore in that part of his anatomy. Right now he is hopping in circles on three legs while he tries to get his nose under his right rear leg. Under other circumstances it would be comical. Every once in a while he stops and looks up at me as if to ask, "What has happened?"

I really don’t want to tell him.

Uncle Dave