Comfort Space

I hurt my hip a few days ago when I was playing with Mama. We had a race up the stairs and I won - but I think I really did some damage to my hip. She says I am too over-zealous when I race. I don't even know what that means.

So my hip is really tender and I hope it goes away soon. Mama and Papa have both made me squeal by nudging at my hip. I'm not mad at them for doing so, but they shouldn't be so nosy. I know they feel bad about it too, because now they let me get away with all sorts of stuff. I can sleep on the couch, and eat lots of cookies, and even be pouty with them all day long.

Here I am in my crate, this is my comfort space when I don't want to be bothered. I love it in here. I have all of my toys and everyone just buggers off. It's great! I really do hope this hip thing isn't too serious. I wouldn't want Mama and Papa to spend $700 on x-rays like they did the last time I tumbled down the stairs. I suppose this means that I get to ride in the elevator all the time now!