CarPawl Tunnel

I’ve always heard that you never see the storms of life before they hit. Well now I know. In my haste to make sure I sent all my Valentine wishes out, I overdid my keyboarding and now the price is being paid. I believe I have the dreaded “CarPawl Tunnel” that you only hear about in back alleys and French horror films. You always think you’re above all the meager pestilence that plagues inferior deviates. The utter embarrassment of being weak tears at my innermost being.

**Caution: the following photos are not for the faint of heart.



You can see the contorted look on my face as spasms of pain jolt thru my leg while trying to put my paw on the floor.


The thought of trying to live a “normal” life on 3 legs is more than I can bear.


I’m going to have to lie down before the darkness overtakes me.


Chester’s Mom: Uh Chester-aren’t you being a little bit melodramatic?
Chester: But Mom, you don’t understand, you’ve never been dealt this twist of fate.
Chester’s Mom: I’m thinking you may have a splinter that you picked up while trying to roust that squirrel out of the fallen tree back in the woods.
Chester: Busted! But that doesn’t quite get me the pity party I was looking for from my fur-lady friends.
Chester's Mom: You are such a dawg!
Chester’s Mom AND Dad: Come here. We’re going to take a look at that paw again and see if we can’t find whatever it is you’ve got in there.
Chester: Noooooooooooooooooooooooo! Not the flashlight, please anything but the flashlight!!!
Chester’s Mom: Ok but if we don’t take a look at it now, you might have to go see the Doc tomorrow and he’ll probably want to take your temperature.
Chester: The lights are growing dimmer as I fade into oblivion.

Chester’s Mom: Goodnight, Sweet Chocolate Prince. Goodnight!