Clap your hands if you believe in Wookie!

After meeting me yesterday, the nice lady JJ decided to rescue me with her group J.J. Woofin' Paws Rescue Agency.  I think she is crazy for taking in a dog like me, but how can I say no to a get out of jail free card? She decided that Lawrence is too stuffy of a name for a little fuzzball guy like me, so she renamed me, Wookie. W. Woofinpaws, Esquire. The First. And Only. 

The kind Dr. Kenneth Jones in Santa Monica offered to let me stay at their hospital for a week while I heal from my neuter and subcutaneous emphysema. I also have a pretty bad ear infection. 

I'm so cute. I started making some Wookie noises. I was real good in the car.

JJ and her friend Maria came and picked me up today from the shelter. They wrapped me up in a towel because I am still kind of fragile and put me in a crate in JJ's car. I was real good in the car and got to meet another dog from Harbor Shelter named Colby Jack. He has a funny underbite like me. When I got to Dr. Jones office, they did xrays on me to make sure that I had no broken bones.  Dr. Stumpp said that he believes I was probably kicked very hard on my backside, as I seemed to have some very tender spots. He was right, the people who I knew before April 2012 were very very mean to me. They kicked me a lot.  I don't like people touching my booty. It hurts.   I said goodbye to JJ and Maria and they checked me into another cage where I will stay for the next five days.

This is me on the exam table.  As you can see, I still have some dreadlocks. I was really scared when they took this picture because I didn't know what they were going to do with me. 

This painting is at Dr. Jones' office. I think it might be my daddy.