A lot's happened since I got bonafide. The nice people that take care of me told me that I sit funny because my knees are broken and need to be fixed. Maybe that's why it hurts to get up in the morning? Sometimes I try to run to see my people but then I fall down.
The nice doctor that spaded me twisted my legs around like a pretzel (ouch!) and she said I got a Grade 3 for one knee and a Grade 4 for the other knee. I wonder if that means I got good grades?
My foster people told me I don't need to worry about a thing and that they're going to buy me some new knees. Isn't that nice? I wonder when the new knees will get here. Until they do, I'm going to be very very good so they know that I'm looking forward to my new gift.