Here's my tummy (sort of), three days after I got my stitches out. I'm not really all about taking tummy photos. The lighter part in the middle is where my fur is shaved.
Due to the graphic nature of the rest of this post, parental discretion is advised. (I added links instead of posting pictures in case anybody is squeamish.)
This picture is from my first night home after my foreign body surgery. That bloody looking splotch is *not* blood. It is a bruise. Unfortunately, my Mom didn't know that at first and kept trying to wipe it off. Then she felt bad because she found out it was a bruise and she'd been poking at it. Ouch. No wonder I got squirmy, Mom. *eye rolling*
This is my tummy right before I got my stitches out. The doctor who took them out (Dr. Greene) was super cute, but not as cute as Dr. Daisy. Oh, and please excuse my Mom's crazy jammie bottoms. She wears them all the time. *more eye rolling* Silly Mom.
That's about it for my tummy.
PS - Guess what?! Titus ate a bunch of kitty box crunchies and then threw up all over Mom and Dad's bedroom. It was a disgusting mix of puke, dawg kibble, poo, and Swheat Scoop. I did my part by running in there and trying to cover it up, but for some reason Mom freaked out about me helping. Whatever. Anyway, Mom got most of the stain up, but she doesn't think the carpet will ever be the same. heh heh Mom and Dad slept on the air mattress in the family room last night because their room just REEKED. Mom's checking out scent killing spray today...
PS2 - Earl, I don't think it's very nice of you to go telling everybody about Titus' tummy problems. Even though it is Tummy Tuesday. You should probably tell him you're sorry. He feels bad enough about the ralphing.