Henlo frendos! Gir Bear, here! Sometimes I forget how big and derpy I am and decided that, despite my arthritis and wonky back legs, that I was going to run after my sister...welllll, my sister went one way and my legs went another and long story short, I tore my cruciate ligament! (the squishy thingy in my knee that keeps me chasing the ladies ) Now I've got a boo boo leg and I can't walk and my mom won't stop ugly crying (frendos seriously, like really ugly crying, it's hard to watch) and daddo is heckin' concerned and the surgery to get me back to playing fetch and hogging the couch is upwards of $5000. I'm a dog, I don't math, but I'm pretty sure that's a LOT of snackies and way more than mom and dad can afford right now. They work very, very hard to give me a good life and I know they would appreciate it with all their hearts if you could give any little bit toward getting me back to my goofy, happy (hopefully no more sister-chasing) self. Thanks for all your support! Love, Gir Bear.