Update on my (Murphy's) condition: I rested most of the day yesterday. Then last evening mom carried me downstairs to the bottom door and let me out to go pee. She was very careful as she gently placed me on the ground. Dad shoveled the snow (we got about 4") to give me an area to go potty with my injured paw. I was so happy that ever'body took such good care of me that I decided to dance in the snow. That was so much fun that I decided to run in the snow. Pretty soon I was doing zoomies and Stanley was chasing me. We zoomed back and forth across the yard, through the snow. Mom was shouting something about my not supposed to be doing that but it was hard to hear her over the sound of my own laughter. It was great fun.
After we went back inside I asked Stanley why he told ever'body that I got shot yesterday. He said that when we were hanging around with the other motorcycle cops the other day they kept talking about making sure we didn't get shot and it was just on his mind and when he saw all that blood he just knew I was shot (he was worried I could tell cuz he had teardrops in his eyes). Anyway, thanks ever'body for worrying about me. The dogtur said my paw still hurts but I just don't pay attention to that stuff. I may be cuddly and cute but I'm tough!