last week, atlas and i were napping on the couch. when he was tired of lying next to me, he got up and moved to the end of the couch. i rolled over onto my side, only to feel the hard splint in my back. sleepily, i thought, “why is the splint here when atlas is there?”

needless to say, that sleepy thought woke me right up.

i still don’t know how he did it.

when i sat up to investigate, the splint was right where it is in the picture. it wasn’t stuck in the couch cushion. i definitely didn’t feel him wiggling around like he was trying to get it off. and as you can see, it is perfectly intact.

i spent the whole morning telling him that he was a genius.

alas for atlas, that wasn’t the end of the splint. it was going to be until he limped over to me with the expression that says “i am really really hurting”, an expression that i rarely see. i brought him to the vet immediately to have them put it back on him.

p.s. there are still some calendars left, if you want to spend 2013 with atlas!