Tomorrow I go to see my surgeon.  Mom assures me it is gonna be fine and I am not scared or nerveous in the slightest.  (Wish Mom and Dad weren’t).  Actually, I am not sure what all the fuss is about but it sure is stressing the folks out and that kinda makes me sad.  Dad gave me a nickname (Super Boomer) he has made up wonderful stories about how I save the world but never published them.  I really need to get him to do that.  He thinks I need to retire with the impending loss of my limb…I say NO WAY!  Super Boomer I will always be. 

So everybody stay tuned for my new adventures (that Mom or one of my 2 legged siblings will write for me) as the new Tripawd Super Boomer!