Free at last

I cannot begin to describe the bliss. 

That rotten bandage is gone forever, and I am one very happy little black dog.

You've caught me having a bit of a scritch, and I can tell you that expression in my face is one of pure unadulterated joy.

Now, in the gym, SHE says (or HE says depending).  I've got to row now Mish, off you go.  And believe me, off I do go, and settle down for a bit of a doze across the door.

It has to be across the door so they can't sneak out without my knowing.

Haven't I got skinny legs under all that fur!