What Happens in Vegas…

I’m not quite sure what happened my last night in Vegas, but I think I might have had a few too many bowls of Patrón.  I vaguely remember listening to some sweet 80s hair band music and doin’ my patented doggy stomp dance on the Splash Bar. There was a gaggle of screaming girls all pawing at me and believe me, I’m not complaining about that!  Then it starts to get a little fuzzy.  At some point though, I must’ve missed a step because I woke up the next morning with my hind leg bandaged up.  I do remember at one point getting tossed around by Michelle from Omega… maybe that’s when it happened.

Even with my hurt leg though you’re not gonna find me on the PUP list anytime soon.  I’ll be in the starting line-up when the tall lady is ready to take me out on the town again.