Sparky is home. My Mom, younger brother and I went to pick him up from Mount Pleasant Hospital this morning before heading to work.

The little one whinned upon seeing us and gave a little shriek when he somehow exerted his wound a little. Poor baby. He's fine now, all except for that little bald spot on his mid-section with the purple stitch, as well as that cute cone on his head to prevent him from licking his wound.

The owner of the retriever that bit Sparky refuses to pay for Sparky's medical fees, and claimed that he doesn't know of what happened because his maid did not tell him about anything. What a lie. If that was the case, then why was his standing by the window and peering around the neighbourhood and retreated back into the shadows when we walked past and looked up?

Nontheless, I'm glad Sparky's doing okay. Pictures up next, and they may be a little disturbing.


Before he was mended. --- Another of his unmended wound


Nasty stitches! --- And there, him with the cone on his head.