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<title>Little Bit, the good dog.</title>
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<description>Dogster diary for the dog Little Bit</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 14:54:27 PDT</pubDate>
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		<title>Our sweet Little Bit</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 27 Aug 2006 17:49:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We met Little Bit June 23, 1997 and we took her home for the first time July 1, 1997.  We said our f ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We met Little Bit June 23, 1997 and we took her home for the first time July 1, 1997.  We said our final goodbyes August 27, 2006.  The days between were filled with a lifetime of love.

There are no words to express the depth of our love and it is impossible to express the depth of our sorrow.  We know that only time will help and we are comforted by the knowledge that we did all that we could medically for her and we did everything we could to spoil her.  

Intellectually, we knew this day would come but, as were so many of her friends, we were in denial.  Little Bit was such a fighter and she had so many ups and downs through her treatment that it was almost that we had expected for her to overcome this setback as well.  That said, we are convinced that she was able to fight as long as she did because of all of the prayers and support that she received.   This is especially true for these past six weeks or so when all of her chemotherapy had already failed.  

Little Bit really was a miracle worker.  She worked her way into the hearts of so many with her courage and dignity.  No dog could possibly have asked for better friends and we are all better for having known her.  Robin, Lyle and I are truly blessed for having shared our lives with her.

If you have been reading along from the start, you know that Little Bit was fortunate to have had an excellent health care team.  Dr. Hathorn had only joined the Animal Care Clinic shortly before Little Bit's diagnosis and we couldn't be more grateful for the timing.  Little Bit was one of her first oncology patients and she worked so hard for Little Bit.  We can only imagine the countless hours that she spent reading and learning about lymphoma on Little Bit's behalf.  When things stopped working, she was quick to consult with the experts and her dedication to Little Bit's health was a comfort to us.  It was very difficult to call her this morning asking her to do one last thing for Little Bit.  She offered to come to our home and at 12:45 pm, she ended Little Bit's suffering.  We are so grateful and we honestly could not have asked for any better care for our sweet Bit.  She has our heartfelt gratitude even if we could not express it at the time.

We are also so grateful for the love and support from all of our family and friends.  We have every intention of writing back to all of the emails and thanking everyone for sharing with us but it will take some time.  In time we will also post a photo memorial for everyone to enjoy.  It is hard to imagine that there was ever a dog has had any more prayers on her last day than Little Bit did today.  When she left us, she was resting in her snuggle sack on the blankets that her friends gave her.  There is no question that she knew she was loved.  And she would have thought that the "treats for LB" photo stroll was the perfect memorial.

Thank you all for being with us in spirit.  Thank you for all of your love and support.  Little Bit was a special dog and she will be missed.  We are honored to have shared her with the world.

Peace, out.
Michael & Robin]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Last Time</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/198517</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 25 Aug 2006 15:39:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Going through life, we don't often have the insight to know when we are doing something for the last ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Going through life, we don't often have the insight to know when we are doing something for the last time.  Other times it is more obvious.  Take last Thursday for example, the bosses loaded me and Lyle up in the truck and went to <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://www.brustersicecream.com/">Bruster's</a> for our free doggie sundaes.  (Mmm, ice cream.)  At the time I was feeling pretty good after the side effects from my last chemo injection had passed and the tumors had shrunk quite a bit.  Naturally thoughts of ice cream began to dance through our heads so off we went.  Well, as a little background, Lyle sometimes gets so worked up while traveling that his stomach gets a little out of sorts.  So we drive the 25 minutes to Bruster's and we see this big white German Shepard Dog and we think, wow, that looks like our friend Storm.  Turns out Storm's bosses had the same idea as we did and it was Storm.  Another bit of background, Storm is one of Lyle's favorite buddies and just seeing her got him even more worked up.  I'm sure you can see where this is heading.  Anyway, it was obvious that Thursday night was Lyle's last time going to Bruster's.

Other times it might not be so obvious.  Like the one and only time I had a smoked beef knuckle.  I was a puppy.  The knuckle was good. The boss ma'am (actually I still had authority issues back then) got too close and I growled (a lot).   Sadly that was my last time with one of those babies.


These last few days I'm starting to realize more and more that as I go through my day, I'm doing things probably for the last time.  Last night I was feeling good and the boss man asked me to model for him.  We both had a pretty good idea that it would be my last time in front of the camera.  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://cancerstory.ourmutts.com/images/Apr2006forward/LB_MG_3755.jpg">Since that time</a>, the tumors around my neck and mouth have over doubled and I am having a difficult time swallowing.  As I write this I have a pretty good idea that this might well be my last diary entry.

I consider myself a very lucky dog.  I know some of you might be thinking "Sure Little Bit, you do have  a lot of luck and all of it bad!" but I know that is not true.  I have so many friends and I've been truly blessed with prayers and support from all around the world.  I also know that some of you reading this might think that I've given up hope for a miracle.  Truth is, I feel like I received my miracle a while back.  Obviously I wish there was something left to try against this cancer.  But I know that I've lived a very good life with a loving pack.  And I have so many good friends.  For me, the miracle is that I have been able to touch so many with my story.  

Through it all, I have faced my challenges with grace and dignity (much more so than the rest of my pack).  Since my diagnosis, I've gone from having a normal small dog life to making friends and telling my story to people and dogs all around the world (I was even in Reader's Digest).  I've been able to teach others that there are options when faced with lymphoma.  And that those options can provide a very good quality of life.  When I started writing, I thought that perhaps my friends and family outside of Kentucky would want to check in to see how I was doing.  Never in my wildest imagination did I think so many would follow my story.    That my friends, is absolutely miraculous.  

So I want to thank you for all of your love and support.  And I want to thank you for all of your prayers and friendship.  And for your advice and encouragement.  And for the laughter and tears.  

I can't say exactly how much time I have left but I think it is safe to say that my remaining time will only be measured in days.  I've instructed the boss man to write one last diary entry for me after I have crossed to the Rainbow Bridge.  So like I said, I think this might be my last time writing.  

Thank you all so much.

With much love,
Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Goodbye Oreo.  We will miss you</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/194502</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 16 Aug 2006 13:59:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Sometimes I think we all forget just how fragile life is.  Of course I've been dealing with lymphoma ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sometimes I think we all forget just how fragile life is.  Of course I've been dealing with lymphoma for something like 21 months now so it isn't like I haven't thought about death a time or two.  And sadly during that time I've lost more than one friend to the Rainbow Bridge.  Still, every time a life is lost, I am still taken by surprise.

Last night my friend <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://ourmutts.com/Oreo">Oreo</a> died.  She wasn't on Dogster but you may have read about her in my diary from time to time.  She only lived a block away and she would sometimes come to stay with me when her pack was out of town.  Her pack loved her very much and she was fortunate to have a wonderful home for her eight years.  I don't know why she died as she was seemingly very healthy.  She had been out for a walk before bedtime yesterday when she suddenly lost the use of her back legs.  A short time later she had difficulty breathing and she passed away before they could even get her to the emergency vet.  She was a very good dog and I will miss her.  

I don't know if it is easier when you know death is coming or if it takes you completely by surprise.  I think maybe that it is always hard for the loved ones left behind.

 

On Sunday I went back for my latest injection of l-asparaginase.  I had a pretty rough night of it but by lunch time Monday I was starting to feel better and by dinner time I was back to my old self.  I'm happy to say that the injections continue to work for me and the the bumps have gone down again to a more manageable size.  The bosses continue to do an excellent job spoiling me and I'm happy to say that yesterday was steak day.  Mmm, steak.

Finally, I wanted to thank my friend <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=210311&j=t">Harry</a> for making me the fun new pictures.  As you all know, I love food so they are perfect.  Thank you very much.

Peace, out.
Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Go get your Blizzard.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/191800</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 10 Aug 2006 15:48:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>One thing about prednisone, it makes your mouth dry.  Yesterday I had to lick my teeth about a half  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ One thing about prednisone, it makes your mouth dry.  Yesterday I had to lick my teeth about a half dozen times before my lips stopped sticking to them.  Not that I am ashamed to show off my pearly whites, but you know, it just kind of feels weird.  Fortunately I have an idea for a solution - Strawberry Blizzards from Dairy Queen. 

As you may or may not know, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://www.dairyqueen.com/en-US/mtd">today in participating DQs</a>, the proceeds from all Blizzard purchases will be donated to the Children's Miracle Network.  Not only will your stomach thank you but you will be doing something charitable by participating.  I've been barking at the bosses to get up and out the door since dinner.  I think I've almost got them... 

Have a great night and enjoy your cold and creamy dessert!

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Two more days</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/186444</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 29 Jul 2006 10:22:40 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The sign says 2 days to Butterburgers. 

So here is a pop quiz for you all.

1) Where will the p ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://cancerstory.ourmutts.com/images/Apr2006forward/07-28-06_1336.jpg">sign</a> says 2 days to Butterburgers. 

So here is a pop quiz for you all.

1) Where will the pack be dining on Monday?
    a)    Home
    b)    Dairy Queen
    c)    CULVERS

2) We won't be eating any frozen custard.
    a)    True
    b)    False

 
Okay, I'll admit that I'm a little over excited about a burger place.  After all, all hamburgers are good.  Still, mmm Butterburgers.  Mmm, frozen custard.  I can't wait to find out what the flavor of the day is.  I sure hope they pick a good one.

Speaking of creamy goodness, the bosses left Lyle and I yesterday evening and I was sure that my chances for DQ were low.  I am happy to report that while I didn't get to experience the joy of the drive through window, the bosses were thoughtful enough not only to get some carryout, but they even brought a cooler with ice packs so that our ice cream wasn't too melty.  Mmm, ice cream.

Oh and don't forget.  Tonight is the United Bowl II.  Cheer on the Lexington Horsemen to their second national championship!  Go Horsemen!

Have a great weekend!

TTFN,
Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Poor whigle.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/185653</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 27 Jul 2006 14:25:32 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Okay, I'm beginning to think that the Dogfather has put out a contract for a bit on Lyle.  What else ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Okay, I'm beginning to think that the Dogfather has put out a contract for a bit on Lyle.  What else could explain a third attack THIS MONTH on the whigle while he was out on his morning walk.  Sadly I'm not up for those long walks anymore so I can't protect him.  The best I can do is offer buy off some of those assassins with my stash of 81,000 bones.  So here it is, please stop attacking Lyle and I will reward you handsomely.

I'm going to get on my <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://cancerstory.ourmutts.com/images/soapboxbit.jpg">soapbox</a> for a second here.  

<b>If your dog is aggressive (and this means even if he or she almost never attacks another dog), keep your dog under your control.  DO NOT LET YOUR DOG OFF LEASH.  EVEN IF YOU THINK THEY PROBABLY WON'T EVEN SEE ANOTHER DOG.  And, duh, if your dog does not reliably come when called, do not let it off leash.  </b> 

I'll get off now. 

So as you might have guessed, while the first two encounters were "relatively" harmless (i.e. no blood was shed), the latest incident left Lyle with two holes in his belly.  And in case you were wondering, the other dog "got off" with a beating from his owner.  Yes, the boss man should have called the police.  In an effort to get Lyle away from the bad dog, his owner and the woman's other dog that, while not seemingly aggressive, was still all over Lyle, the boss man didn't even get this woman's name or address.  He did call animal control but of course there wasn't really anything they could do about it since it was after the fact and they didn't know how to find this woman.  

Sorry Mr. Loo.  Perhaps Smelly Belly would consider coming on board for another bodyguard stint.  Although at eleven, she might be getting a little old for that kind of work.

On a happier note, my latest injection seems to be helping.  The bumps have reduced to a manageable level and I'm feeling pretty good.   I haven't really been all that interested in my kibble this week but with all of the good stuff that the bosses have been bribing me with I haven't exactly been going hungry.  I'm sure you all understand.  Hamburgers just taste better than prescription diet.  

And on a much happier note, I want to thank my good friend <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=98637&j=t">Willie</a> for sending me those tasty, tasty Barx sticks.  I love them.  Thank you very much!  I really have the nicest friends.  

Have a great night.

Peace, out.
Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I have such great friends.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/183222</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 22 Jul 2006 15:37:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>First off, I have to say I have the most amazing friends.  Since I wrote last I've been working hard ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ First off, I have to say I have the most amazing friends.  Since I wrote last I've been working hard (or at least as hard as the bosses allow) on another one of the tasty, tasty smoked rawhides from <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=120893&j=t">Skye</a>.  Mmm, smoked rawhide.  Then, the very next day, Lyle and I received an amazing care package from <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=210641&j=t">Baxter</a> and <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=210652&j=t">MacKenzie</a>.  They really went out of their way to put together such a thoughtful gift.  I've really been enjoying the treats (they go down waaayyyy to fast to be captured in a picture) and this morning I had the most wonderful massage.   I don't know what I've done to deserve such generosity and I certainly don't know what Lyle did to deserve it!

Sorry Lyle.  I know I shouldn't tease, especially after a bad week.  True, Mr. Loo enjoyed the same things I did, but he had to go the the veterinarian office not once, but TWICE last week.  And I didn't have to go at all.  Turns out I'm not the only stone maker in the pack.  Fortunately we caught it early and there are no stones, just crystals so he gets to go on a prescription diet too.  But of course his prescription diet is the opposite of mine (U/D versus C/D) which means that we can't snack on each other's food.  I'm supposed to have a low pH urine and he is supposed to have a high pH urine.  Sorry Lyle.

Speaking of the vet's office, I'll be going back tomorrow for my next shot.  Since we were so pleasantly surprised at my reaction last time, we are cautiously optimistic that it will continue to knock that cancer back.  Going in every three weeks or so isn't a bad trade off.  In fact, given the option, I'm thrilled to go in as often as I have to as long as it continues to make me feel good.

Finally I wanted to say wow to all of the people that put so much work into the <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://www.woodfordhumanesociety.org/FREEDOM%20FEST.htm">Woodford Humane Society's Freedom Fest</a> fundraising even this weekend.  This is their big money raising event for the year and a local horse farm (Calumet this year) hosts the event in one of their barns (and the area outside it with an additional huge tent).  Designers from around the area then work on one stall each and transform them into amazing dining rooms.  There are about 20 stalls in all.  These people really deserve a big pat on their backs for doing so much to raise money for the homeless animals.  On behalf of those animals I say Thank You.  Thank You Very Much.

Well, that about wraps things up for tonight.  I hope you all have a wonderful night (and that the Lexington Horsemen win their semi-final playoff game tonight).

TTFN,
Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Happy National Ice Cream Month!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/181020</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 17 Jul 2006 18:50:15 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hi all.

First I wanted to say thanks to everyone for all of your continued support.  I can hardly ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hi all.

First I wanted to say thanks to everyone for all of your continued support.  I can hardly believe that you all gave me more bones than there are dogs on Dogster.  And of course so many rosettes, pup pal requests and emails.  A dog could definitely get a big head.

Also I wanted to thank my friends <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=173508&j=t">Angus</a> and <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=120893&j=t">Skye</a> for sending me such thoughtful gifts.  In honor of National Ice Cream Day (yesterday) and National Ice Cream Month (July), Angus sent me some Dairy Queen gift certificates so that I could indulge a little.  Mmm, ice cream.  And Skye sent me some of those wonderful smoked rawhides that I love so well.  Well, the bosses said they were in the mood for ice cream so we all headed to DQ tonight and I made record time on my dish.  Wow did that hit the spot.  But I ate it so fast it made me cold and I had the shivers for a few minutes.  Fortunately in this 90 degree weather, it felt nice to be cold and it wasn't long before I was hot again.  Oh well.  You can see my photo diary on my <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://cancerstory.ourmutts.com/july_17,_2006.htm">website</a> (I caption the pictures so hold your mouse over them until they pop up).

So then we got home and I was all ready for the rawhide.  I mean, I didn't want to disappoint Skye or anything.  But the bosses said no.  They said it was too much for one evening which sounded a lot like a promise to give me rawhide tomorrow.  A dog can always hope at least.

Well, I'm going to keep it short tonight.  Thank you all very much.

Peace, out.
Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Life goes on for a Little Bitty while</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/178016</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 11 Jul 2006 18:01:52 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I've had my favorite Alan Jackson song going through my head a lot lately.  True, I only know the on ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I've had my favorite Alan Jackson song going through my head a lot lately.  True, I only know the one, but I'm pretty sure that it would be my favorite even if I was better informed of his work.  Anyway, it goes something like this:

...Little Bitty dog and a Little Bitty car 
Well, its alright to be Little Bitty 
Little hometown or a big old city 
Might as well share, might as well smile 
Life goes on for a Little Bitty while...

Okay, so I guess he is talking about the boss ma'am's car in the first part because he sure can't be talking about the boss man's truck even though that is the vehicle I go riding in most often but I understand how sometimes artists take a few liberties with their work.  Anyway, getting back to my point, the song (to me at least) is about life going on.  I can't help but feel it pertains to me lately.  

When I wrote back on <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://cancerstory.ourmutts.com/LittleBitStory/June2006/june_26,_2006.htm">June 26, 2006</a>, my latest chemo protocol had just failed and we really didn't think there were any options that were still left for me to try.  I went on the hungry maker (prednisone) which helped in the short term but didn't leave me with much time.  Then people and dogs all around the world started praying for me and offering their support.   When my doctor  suggested we try one more time with the l-asparaginase we thought that it was worth a go but we didn't think it would help because I had been given it too recently and we were led to believe that it loses it effectiveness when given too often.  So back on the 5th of July, I went in for my injection and it worked great.  Before I knew it my bumps were gone and my energy had skyrocketed.  Clearly all of those prayers were helping.

Fast forward to today (rawhide day - Yeah baby!), and I am all but a couple of doses away from being weaned off the hungry maker and I'm still doing pretty good.  My bumps are starting to grow again (maybe peanut m&m size - Mmm, candy coated chocolate) but my energy is still good and I'm feeling good.  Dr. Hathorn said that we can keep trying the l-asparaginase indefinitely as long as it continues to work and as frequently as once a week.  We really don't have any idea how long it will continue to work for me but we are so very grateful for every last second that it helps.  There can be no doubt that without it I would not have made it to see August.  With it who knows?  I'll take what I can get.  Die cancer!  Die!

Life goes on for a Little Bitty while...

So did I mention it is rawhide night?  Yeah baby!  I love rawhide!

And did I mention what great friends I have?  263 dogs in the <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/search_tags.php?search_string=little+bit&exact=y&order=random">Little Bit photo stroll</a>, 154 rosettes, over 62 thousand bones.  WWWWAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY more than enough to make a small girl dog feel loved.  Thank you all so much.

Well, a big storm is rolling in and I feel my power supply might be in danger so I'm going to sign off.

Peace, out.
Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mmm, biscuit sundae</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/175635</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 6 Jul 2006 13:32:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The depth of the Dogster love continues to amaze me.  For one thing, my cousin Shelby signed up for  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The depth of the Dogster love continues to amaze me.  For one thing, my cousin <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=339318&j=t">Shelby</a> signed up for Dogster (and Dogster Plus) so that she could join in her support since she has read all of the good things that I've had to say.  And of course, the photos stroll, rosettes, pmails, pal requests, being mentioned in the Dogster site news and so much more.  I can't imagine that there has ever been such love and support for a regular dog like me ever before.  Thank you everyone.

I've been keeping busy these last few days.  Yesterday I finally went to the vet for another injection of l-asparaginase which I'm happy to report, has given me some relief.  According to the boss ma'am, it is like the dinosaurs in Jurassic Park.  The cancer needs asparagine to live just like the dinosaurs were engineered to need lysine.  By controlling the amount of amino acids available, their growth could be controlled.  In the story, carefully controlling the lysine worked just fine for a while. But eventually all heck broke loose.  We don't know how long the l-asparaginase will continue to work for me but eventually the cancer monsters (probably sooner rather than later) will "find a way."  So my pack and I are really trying hard to make the most of the time I have left.

So, it is with mixed feelings that I report that I had my first taste of frozen custard here in Lexington.  I had a biscuit sundae.  Mmm, biscuit sundae.  No really. I say mixed feelings because the bosses admitted to me that Mollie's Frozen Custard had been in business for about three years now and Independence Day was the first time they had thought to bring me.  Or Lyle (no big deal there).  And even if you could say that frozen custard and ice cream were equals (they're not), then it would still be tragic because Mollie's made me a biscuit sundae.  Not just a plain scoop of vanilla but topped off with two milk bones.  

Well, I was up late last night and a little predinner nap sounds pretty good about now.  Have a great day.

Peace, out.
Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Thanks everyone</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/174313</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 3 Jul 2006 17:08:05 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/174313</guid>
		<description>Okay, maybe I'm starting to sound a little repetitious.  The pups on Dogster are really terrific.  F ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Okay, maybe I'm starting to sound a little repetitious.  The pups on Dogster are really terrific.  First, I have gotten so many emails of support.  And rosettes - I'm up to 117!  And over 22,000 bones!  And so many, many pup pal requests.  Also, I can't forget the Little Bit photo stroll which is up over 170.  It is a lot for a small Kentucky dog to take in.  Who would have guess that my story would have touched so many.  That my page has been viewed over 11,000 time is unbelievable.  Plus I was featured in the dogblog yesterday!  I am truly grateful and I sincerely hope that my story will help and inspire others that are facing lymphoma.   (Die Cancer!  Die!)

So while I'm barking, I just wanted to wish everyone a happy Independence Day (if you are American).  Or just Happy Tuesday if you don't care about such things.  I'm just happy that the boss ma'am has the day off.

Well that's about all I've got for today.  Have a great night!

Peace, out.
Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mmm, steak.  Mmm, ice cream.  Happy anniversary to me.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/173525</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 1 Jul 2006 17:25:04 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well, still no visit to the vet.  Not that I'm complaining but I'd kind of like to get it over with. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, still no visit to the vet.  Not that I'm complaining but I'd kind of like to get it over with.

As the boss man mentioned in my tale of devotion, today is the ninth anniversary of my adoption.   As befitting the occasion, Lyle and I had a special supper.  Mmm, steak.  Mmm, ice cream.  I wish I could have steak every day.  Mmmmmmmmmm.  I just wanted to say to my bosses thank you.  A dog couldn't ask for a better boss ma'am and boss man than I have in you.

One of the ways that I knew they loved me right from the start was because they hated going anywhere without me.  There were a couple of short trips where they had to put me in the puppy hotel *shuddering at the thought* but I know they hated doing it.  The boss ma'am especially.  I remember that she would start crying just pulling up to the kennel parking lot.  Fortunately they learned quickly that a trip without the Bit was no vacation at all.  

One of my favorite vacations early on was when we went to the outer banks of North Carolina.  We'd been a pack for about three years when they decided to head to the ocean along with the boss ma'am's family.  It was quite the thing.   We rented a big old beach house.  I'd never seen a house on stilts before and it was something.  Now I'm no water dog but I can't tell you how much fun I had playing in the surf on the beach.  Playing in the ocean is nothing at all like getting a bath.  Oh and I felt like I could just run on the sand forever.   Of course that vacation wasn't all giggles and grins.  Turns out that all BBQ places are not created equal and that some of them you should just avoid.  Or at least the boss man should have.

Mostly they would bring me to Wisconsin to visit family.  Let me tell you the time it takes to drive from Virginia to Wisconsin (and now Kentucky to Wisconsin) is a long time to sit on someone's lap.  Especially is you end up parking on the interstate in Beckley, West Virginia while the snow piles up around you.  The snow was so deep by the time it was done that the boss man had to carry me because it was almost three times my height.  Still, in the end we made it and I'll always look fondly on the trip because that was my first experience with Frozen Custard.  Mmm, frozen custard.  Mmmmmm.  (Did I mention that I'm on the hungry maker again?)

In later years (After Lyle), we started going to Tennessee for our vacations.  Now I don't really mind being in the car but it is really nice when you spend less than a whole day on the road.  Of course, some of the best vacations were when we just decided to stay home to pamper me.

Well, I'm starting to feel a bit sleepy (and hungry) so I'm going to sign off.  Have a great weekend.

TTFN,
Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Tail of Devotion for Little Bit</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/173294</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 1 Jul 2006 05:47:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Sweetest Bit.

It is with a heavy heart that I write to you today on the ninth anniversary of the  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sweetest Bit.

It is with a heavy heart that I write to you today on the ninth anniversary of the day you were adopted knowing that barring a miracle, you won’t be with us to celebrate with us next year.  

We had so been looking forward to moving to a place that would allow us to have a dog that we wasted almost no time in finding you once we were able.  From the start you were so special to us.  We were so young and knew so little about caring for and training a puppy.  You were so young and knew so little what most would consider good manners.  We will never know what your first six months held for you but we are so grateful that you waited for us to adopt you.

Through the years we grew to love you more than either of us could ever express.  It is hard to imagine a more clever dog than you and it is hard to imagine a dog more expressive than you.  It is a rare occasion when you are not able to tell us what you want.  Your positive attitude about life is inspiring especially in light of all that you have endured.

Little Bit, we are so happy to have you in our lives.  There is nothing that we wouldn’t do for you.  You are our precious, precious girl.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm feeling the love</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/172968</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 30 Jun 2006 10:36:14 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hi all.

First off I want to say thank you so much to everyone that has been emailing me, sending  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hi all.

First off I want to say thank you so much to everyone that has been emailing me, sending me rosettes and pup pal requests.  And thank you for all your love, support and prayers.  It really means a lot to me and my pack and I'll do my best to reply to everyone in a timely fashion.  I'm down to 43 left to do but they are coming so fast that it might be a lot more than that by the time all is said and done.

So I wasn't really planning to bark about my health again but since it seems that so many want an update I'll oblige.  So I mentioned that I started on the high dose of prednisone on Tuesday.  I'm happy to say that it almost immediately made me feel better and of course, hungrier.  I was planning to go for another injection of l-aspariginase today but my doctor called to tell me that it will have to wait until tomorrow because the drug company forgot to ship it.  Another day isn't a problem for me and I was just glad that she called before I had the chance to leave.  Although come to think of it, if I have to go to the vet's office, a visit where they only pet me seems not to bad.  Also, I am happy to report that the bosses are working very hard to spoil me and give me all of the things I want.  Mmmm, rawhide.

Well, I was planning to share another of my favorite memories with my pack but I really need to get back to my dogmail.  I'll try to write again tomorrow.

Have a great day!

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mmmmmmmmm braunschweiger!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/172082</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 28 Jun 2006 11:57:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Happy Birthday Old Man!

Oops, I mean Happy Birthday Boss Man!

So yesterday the bosses started  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Happy Birthday Old Man!

Oops, I mean Happy Birthday Boss Man!

So yesterday the bosses started me on the prednisone and I'm feeling pretty good today.  Also, yesterday they started me on braunschweiger.  Let me tell you, as a dog, there may be no finer food source in ALL THE WORLD.  No this is not overstating its importance.  Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmmmmmm, braunschweiger.  Let me also say it is on sale two for $3.00 at Kroger.  Send your people out now to stock up.

Okay, now I realize not all of you might have heard of this German delicacy.  Some of you might know of it as liverwurst.  Let me just list the ingredients for you so you can judge for yourself.  Pork liver, pork fat, bacon, blah, blah, blah.  I'd go on but after those first three ingredients, do I really need to?  Again, I have to repeat, send your people out NOW.  Tell them to look in the prepackaged lunch meat cooler.  And no, you don't have to thank me.

Oh, also yesterday was Diary Queen night.  Mmm, ice cream.

And if all that wasn't enough, today I got a package in the mail from my good friend <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href=http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=173508&j=t">Angus</a>.  Woo Woo!  He said that he wanted to put a smile on my and my pack's faces.  Well it worked.  Even if the package contents weren't enough to do the trick (and they most certainly were), the look on the mailman's face when he said he had a package for Ms. Little Bit and the boss man told him that was me (I was in the boss's arms at the time) was priceless.  I wish the boss had his camera at the time so I could share it with all of you.  So thank you very much Angus and all of your pack!

Well, that's about all I have time for today.  Have a great day and I'll bark again soon.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A lifetime of love.  The beginning...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/171460</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 27 Jun 2006 06:35:41 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mystery Solved!

Get this, it was the boss man and boss ma'am that renewed our Dogster Plus member ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mystery Solved!

Get this, it was the boss man and boss ma'am that renewed our Dogster Plus membership!  We were all confused because the Paypal charge didn't show up until this morning.  Thank you Bosses!

Which is just one more thing on a loooonnnnnnnngggggggg list of things that I'm grateful for.  It was June 25, 1997 when I first met them.  They were looking for their first dog together and they were so naive.  They arrived all fresh faced at the Charlottesville/Albemarle SPCA on the same day that I did.  They knew they needed a dog in their lives.  Their only criteria was that it be less than a 35 pounder due to their apartment restrictions.  I saw them enter the kennels and I put on my most convincing "sweet pound dog look" and immediately knew that I had hit the mark.  They were my ticket out of there.  

Or so I thought.

Before I knew it a week had passed and while they had come to visit me, they hadn't taken me home yet.  It was only later that I learned that since I was a "stray" (actually I like to think of myself as an escapee from a bad situation but I'll never tell them what I did for the first six months of my life), there was a seven day waiting period.  Seems they put a hold on me so that once the week had passed I was their responsibility.   I knew I had my work cut out for me but as an energetic six month old terrier mix, I knew I had the energy to do the job right.

Now the boss man (as I'd later - much later actually - learn to call him) seemed like a decent enough guy.  He had the nerve to tell his brand new employer that on his first day of work, that he was going to take an hour for lunch so that he could adopt me.  Furthermore, he was going to take off an hour for lunch for the next several weeks so that he could check in on me at home.  Amazingly, he pulled it off without getting fired.  I immediately repaid his effort by puking in the back seat of the car.  

Well, that's it for today.  Tune in tomorrow and maybe I'll tell you about how well I liked going with the boss man to get Krispy Kreme's on Sunday mornings.

Have a great day!

TTFN,
Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Not my happiest entry ever</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/171330</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 26 Jun 2006 20:26:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>First of all, I wanted to thank a certain someone (who shall remain nameless, mostly because I don't ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ First of all, I wanted to thank a certain someone (who shall remain nameless, mostly because I don't know who it is yet) for renewing my Dogster Plus membership.  I've been trying to figure out why Lyle and I couldn't renew our membership and the only reason that we can figure out is that someone already did it for us.  And even though I asked nicely, HQ won't tell me who my friend is.  So, since I'm sure you will know who you are when you read this, thank you.  

Now, if you don't want to read any bad news, stop reading today's entry and check back tomorrow...

I've been meaning to write for a while now (yeah, like you've never heard that one before) but I was unsure what I wanted to say.  I certainly didn't want to be morbid but on the other paw, I didn't want to pretend like everything is peachy keen either.  I've been spending a lot of time (between eating tasty, tasty things like turkey and fried eggs and dog cookies)  pondering what to bark about.  In the end, I decided I couldn't ignore the pink elephant any longer and I just had to bark what was on my mind.  

So you might be thinking, "Little Bit, you always bark what's on your mind" and you'd be right.  I just wish I had a happier topic. 

The truth is, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://cancerstory.ourmutts.com/images/Apr2006forward/IMG_1470.jpg">I'm</a> not responding to my chemotherapy any more.  The new protocol that I started on two weeks ago had very little effect and my cancer is growing again.  Sadly, there isn't really anything else available to my veterinarian left for me to try.  On Wednesday I am going to go back for another injection of l-aspariginase (which has worked for me in the past) but it is a drug that only seems to be effective when given at long intervals and we are afraid that the last dose was too recent.  After that, we are going to try prednisone again but that will only help me stay comfortable for a few weeks.  The bottom line is that my doctors have pretty much done all they can for me.

I'm sorry that I felt compelled to relay such depressing news.  Now that I've gotten that out of the way, I plan to write a bit more frequently while I still can.  I have been so blessed with such love and friendship in my life that I want to write about that while I am able.  

I'll bark at you tomorrow.

Peace, out.
Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Happy Father's Day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/167671</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 18 Jun 2006 17:24:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well, Oreo left yesterday after what turned out to be a pretty uneventful week.  Still it ended on a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, Oreo left yesterday after what turned out to be a pretty uneventful week.  Still it ended on a thunderous note when Lyle LOUDLY defended his right to a sole piece of kibble that was carelessly left on the floor by the boss man.  It sounded quite impressive but it was all just show.  Anyway, upon her departure, Oreo's boss man left us with a little goodie bag filled with fun new toys.  Now I can go either way with most toys.  I'll play with them when I'm in the mood but one of them was kind of intriguing to me.  See the boss ma'am puts her hand inside the toy then eggs me on until I bite it (and her hand).  She thinks it is great.  I think, okay, I'm happy to play along, but if you wanted to get bitten, just hold a bit of steak between your fingers just higher than I can reach without jumping.  No question I'll get some fingers that way.  Mmm, steak.  Oh well, I'm digressing.  After Oreo went home, we had some rawhide.  Yeah baby!  Oh, and popcorn.  Yeah baby!

So then today rolls around (Happy Father's Day (or Boss Man's Day if you prefer).  And much to my delight, the boss ma'am suggests that she make me WAFFLES in honor of the holiday.  Well, how could I say no.  Mmm, waffles.  The house smelled good all day!  And this time I didn't waste any.  

But alas, life needs the bad to balance the good. 

Today was bath day.  Now I'm clean, soft and sweet smelling (per the bosses).  I was happier dirty, hard and stinky.  Or whatever the opposite of soft is in this case.  I'm not really sure.  I just don't understand their fixation on clean dogs.
Well bath day always tires me out so I'm off to take a bit of a nap.  

Have a great night.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>At least I wasn't thirsty today.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/165280</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 12 Jun 2006 18:15:33 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well, I have to say that the week is starting out to be kind of a mixed bag for me.  Yesterday was G ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, I have to say that the week is starting out to be kind of a mixed bag for me.  Yesterday was GREAT!  The bosses were invited to a birthday party for one of their friends (Oreo's bosses - I've mentioned them before).  Well, after they arrived, Oreo's boss ma'am asked "Where are the dogs?  We told you they were invited." and she sent the boss man home to get me and Lyle.  Well, there were loads of kids so I had a ball.  And did I mention there was STEAK!!! Yeah baby!!  Not to mention small children holding chips AT MY LEVEL and what I can only assume, were freely offering them to me.  It was a good night.  Lyle and I were getting a little tired so the boss man brought me home before cake.  It didn't look good, but then he made it up to me by bringing some home after the party was over.  Definitely a good start to the week.

So then today rolls around.  As I mentioned before, I was due to start my latest chemo protocol.  An injection of cytarabine and an infusion of cisplatin.  Well, cisplatin is apparently bad for kidneys (and of course cancer too) so in order to protect me, they infused it smack dab in the middle of a six hour saline infusion.  So aside from the fact that I had to be there waayyy longer than I wanted to, I received one and a half liters of fluid.   And if 1.5 liters of fluid doesn't sound like a lot, consider that the normal blood volume for a dog my size (26.4 pounds today) is probably somewhere around 750 milliliters which means that I had about twice my blood volume given to me today.  Now if you know me, you know I don't like to talk about my bodily functions, but today I'll make an exception.   Holy moly did I have to pee!  Fortunately they took me out back every hour.  When I came home I was feeling a little puny but now I'm feeling much, much better.  Tomorrow I have to go back for another cytarabine injection but fortunately, that will be a quick one and I'll be able to go right back home.

So on another up note, my friend Oreo is here to visit for the week.  Us dogs will all enjoy the amazing Kentucky weather that we've been having lately while her pack is done getting rained on by Antonio.  My only hope that she doesn't even think about getting up on my side of the bed while she is here.

Well, I had a big day.   I'm off to beg for some more turkey before heading to bed.  Have a great night!

Peace, out.
Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Rise and Shine!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/161734</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 3 Jun 2006 05:06:44 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Sometimes the bosses think they are funny.  Or at least I suppose they do.  They like to give me and ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sometimes the bosses think they are funny.  Or at least I suppose they do.  They like to give me and Lyle nicknames.  Lately they have been calling me Stinker Bit.  Honestly I don't know why - I think I smell delightful.  But the odd thing is they haven't given me a bath and the boss man is always quick to plunk me down in the tub when he doesn't like the way I smell and he hasn't done that.  No this seems to be about something else.

So anyway, this week the boss ma'am is off of work and as far as I can tell, her only plan (or at least worthwhile plan) is to pamper me and lavish me with attention and treats.  So at 6:30 a.m. EDT, I thought naturally she would want to get an early start with her vacation plans and I started racing around on the bed.  Imagine LB drag racing without the parachutes - short bursts of speed in a straight line.  I thought this would be a delightful way to wake up.  The bosses didn't exactly see eye to eye with me on that one and the boss man picked me up and brought me to the office so the boss ma'am could sleep in.  Whatever!   At least it gave me the chance to do a little early morning writing.  I always find that my mind is clearest first thing in the day.

It was another good week here in Kentucky.  My favorite neighbors dropped by with a little package for me and Lyle.  I love it when they get steak for me!!!  Mmm, steak!  Then as if that wasn't enough (and it wasn't), the bosses took me to DQ for the first time in ages.  They said it was because they were interested in trying out that new Monster Blizzard but really I think they were just looking for an excuse to buy me and Lyle each a dish of ice cream.  I was so ready that I finished mine way before Lyle finished his so that there was plenty of time for me to politely request some of the boss ma'am's Blizzard.  Mmmm, ice cream!

On the chemo front, it looks like next week I'll be starting another series of treatments.  My response to the last Adriamycin was incomplete (still pretty good though) and my doctor didn't think it was worth the cardiac side effects to continue.  After she consulted with my oncologist, they determined that my new protocol will feature cytarabine and cisplatin.  We have high hopes for these drugs for two reasons.  First, they are both different classes of drugs than I've used before so the lymphoma won't have had a chance to get used to them.  (Die cancer!  Die!)  And second, if they work well for me, I can continue on them indefinitely.  As always, we are optimistic that this new combination will be the one to knock this cancer out for good.  Die cancer!  Die!  For those of you interested, cisplatin is a platinum-containing antineoplastic drug Cl2H6N2Pt used especially in the treatment of testicular and ovarian tumors and advanced bladder cancer.  Cytarabine is metabolized intracellularly into its active triphosphate form (cytosine arabinoside triphosphate). This metabolite then damages DNA by multiple mechanisms, including the inhibition of alpha-DNA polymerase, inhibition of DNA repair through an effect on beta-DNA polymerase, and incorporation into DNA. The latter mechanism is probably the most important. Cytotoxicity is highly specific for the S phase of the cell cycle1.

Well, it is about time for me to have another go at waking up the boss ma'am.  I have a little rumble in my tummy that is telling me it is time for breakfast.  Have a great weekend!

TTFN,
Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Happy Memorial Day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/159838</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 29 May 2006 14:42:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Happy Memorial Day!  First off I just wanted to say thank you for all of the men and women who work  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Happy Memorial Day!  First off I just wanted to say thank you for all of the men and women who work so hard to protect us and all of our freedoms.  And I'd like to take a moment to reflect on all of those that have lost their lives for those freedoms.

 

So I hope you are all having a great holiday weekend.  For me, it is nice and quiet but the bosses have been home and have been feeding me toys and treat so I'm pretty happy.  Lyle got to go the the Lexington Humane Society's annual Mutt Strut but this year they instituted an age limit and only dogs between 6 months and 7 years were allowed to participate.  Honestly, it was awfully hot and humid so it isn't much of a loss for me but it would have been nice to had the option. 

Also, I wanted to say thanks to Jombie for animating my rawhide chewing picture.  Thanks a bunch!

Well, I have to cut this one short today.  It is already dinner time and I've got to start pestering the bosses for my evening kibble.  Have a great night!

Peace, out.
Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mmm, smoked rawhide</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/157712</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 23 May 2006 17:55:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>After what seemed like a long break, spring has returned to Kentucky.  I tell you, nights like this  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ After what seemed like a long break, spring has returned to Kentucky.  I tell you, nights like this I could bark and bark.  People are out.  Dogs are out.  The woodchucks are out.  So much for a little dog to bark at.  Which in and of itself is cause for celebration.  But the real pleasure of nights like this is that Lyle and I wear down the bosses with all our barking which leads to RAWHIDE QUIET TIME!  Yeah Baby!!!  And I'm still working on that little smoked number that Skye sent me earlier this month.  Personally I think I could eat it all in one chewing but the bosses insist that that much rawhide would make me pukey.  Oh well, at least I got a good 45 minutes with it this evening.

So as you may know, yesterday was my three week mark from my last chemo and I was due for another infusion.  Well, after a bit of fretting, I ended up going on Sunday to have it taken care of.  Seems it isn't working quite as well as we all hoped so my doctor is going to talk with my oncologist again to see if there are any stones left unturned.  I'll keep you posted.  For the time being I'm feeling fine which is, of course, the most important thing.

On a more exciting note, I have to say I am so proud of my neighbor, Nikita.  As I mentioned earlier, the woodchucks are out and they must be twitterpated or something because they are not very smart.  Anyway, Nikita (a beautiful boxer), actually cornered one in her yard.  She had that little bugger shaking in its boots.  Well, it wasn't actually wearing boots (which also would have been something to see), but it was shaking all right.  Eventually the boss ma'am spoiled the fun though because once she realized what the excitement was about she distracted Nikita and allowed the little groundhog to go back to his hidey hole.  For her excellence in rodent capture (without actually hurting it), I think she deserves a gold star.

Well, I really need to get back to my barking.  Have a great night and good luck if you are doing the Dogster Scavenger Hunt!

Peace, out.
Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mmm, food.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/153994</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 13 May 2006 05:58:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Good morning everyone!  

I feel like I often start out my journal entries apologizing for the lon ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Good morning everyone!  

I feel like I often start out my journal entries apologizing for the long delay in writing.  And today is one of those entries - sorry it has been so long.  My boss man has been very preoccupied lately with taking pictures of "<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://ourmutts.com/ph197.htm">other dogs</a>" to be able to help me out.  Or to at least get off the computer to let me take care of business myself. 

So anyway, I've been doing well.  In fact, thanks to a little something-something that my friend <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=120893">Skye</a> sent me, I've bee doing very well.  THANK YOU!  The only problem is that the bosses think that it is something that should be savored over time and they have this bad tendency to take it away long before I'm ready.  Don't worry, I told them exactly how I felt about that!  Mmm, rawhide.

So not much else going on in the world of the Bit.  I'm off to see if the boss man will make me some waffles for breakfast.  Mmm, waffles.

I hope you all have a great Mother's Day tomorrow and a rawhide filled weekend!

Peace out.
Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Die cancer!  Die!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/150329</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 3 May 2006 06:00:07 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>On Monday, I had my latest round of chemo.  My doctor  was pleased with my response to my first dose ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ On Monday, I had my latest round of chemo.  My doctor  was pleased with my response to my first dose. And although the bosses couldn't feel any bumps, I apparently still have some small ones under my front leg pits (prescapular).  She said the enlargement was "very mild" and we have high hopes that my latest round of chemo will knock those out too.  The plan is to get another dose on May 22nd and to get an echocardiogram on June 12th to see how my ticker is doing.  If everything looks okay, then I'll get my next dose that day and two more doses after that (at three week intervals).  After that I will not be allowed to take any more Adriamycin as I'll have reached my lifetime maximum dose.  I have all of my claws crossed that I'll be into a long (long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long - well you get the idea) remission by then.  Frankly, my chemo options are not all that great after I'm done with the Adriamycin.

So, I mentioned that Groupies Bob & Dianna were coming to visit last weekend.  They came and, much to my surprise, didn't spend their time hand feeding me baby hamburgers all day.  In fact, there were a couple of occasions where (gasp!) I had to actually ask for food!  Well, my elevated expectations aside, we had a very nice visit with them and as always it was sad to see them leave on Sunday morning.

Well, I've got to run.  I'm hoping to mooch a little something-something from the boss ma'am.

Have a great day!

Little Bit

P.S.  Happy birthday Cheryl!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I have the best neighbors of all time.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/147860</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 26 Apr 2006 17:45:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So, I've been meaning to write for the last couple of days but time has just been flying by.  

Fi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So, I've been meaning to write for the last couple of days but time has just been flying by.  

First off, have I mentioned lately that I have the BEST NEIGHBORS EVER?  I only hope they never get a dog of their own because this week they went out for a steak dinner and brought me and Lyle a doggie bag.  I tell you, the bosses could learn a thing or two from their example.  

Oh, and while I realize this pales in comparison, my veterinarian is pretty cool too.  She'd gotten so used to the boss man calling in Little Bit updates when I wasn't feeling well that she got lonely for me now that I'm feeling better and had to email me to say hi.  Unfortunately she won't have to wait long to see me in the fur as I have my next doxorubicin infusion scheduled for next Monday.  Still, it is working so well that my energy is better than it has been in a long, long time.  Earlier this week I went for a two mile walk!  To think that I've barely made it to the end of my block and back less than a month ago.  Die cancer!  Die!

Also, I'm looking forward to a visit from groupies Bob & Dianna.  They are heading down for a long weekend to come spoil me.  Oh, and maybe go to the <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://www.rk3de.org">Rolex Kentucky Three Day Event</a>.  Mostly to spoil me though.  Maybe they will bring me tasty treats.  If nothing else I'm sure that I'll have a good time, um, investigating their shoes.  

On a completely unrelated note, as many of you know, I publish my memoirs both on Dogster and on my <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://www.ourmutts.com">website</a>.  Both entries are usually the same but I usually publish pictures to go along with my stories.  Anyway, lately I've been seeing more traffic on my website and thought that the searches people used to find me were quite curious.  Some are more obvious than others to me.  Here is a list of search queries (and the number of times they were used) that helped people find me:

17  zebra cake 
13 easter dog 
3 muffintop 
2 dog easter 
2 dose de ccnu 
2 lays chips 
2 we are cute 
2 wegman 
1 3yo 
1 backyards 
1 birthdaycake 
1 burrito man 
1 ccnu side affects veterinary 
1 cinc- 
1 die cancer!
1 dog easter
1 easter dog gif
1 evil teeth
1 funny hat
1 good dog

Okay, so some of it is obvious.  My story is a cancer story so I'd expect the cancer related ones.  And Easter was this month so that isn't really a surprise (and I had to admit, but I was darn cute with those bunny ears).  Good dog and we are cute are no brainers.  I wouldn't have guessed that my birthday celebration would have made me so popular with the zebra cake people though.

Well, I guess I've been rambling.  I hope you all get some steak of your own.

TTFN,
Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Happy anniversary to me</title>
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				<pubdate>Thu, 20 Apr 2006 06:22:48 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So, happy anniversary to me.  Earlier this week I realized that I'd been a member of the Dogster com ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So, happy anniversary to me.  Earlier this week I realized that I'd been a member of the Dogster community for over a year.  It sure went by fast and I've made so many good friends along the way.  Sadly I've lost quite a number to the Rainbow Bridge as well.  And through it all, I'm a better dog for the experience.  Thank you to all of my friends for all of your love and support.

As if the boss man wasn't in my face enough with his so called camera, this week he went a little further off the deep end and bought some high powered flashy things.  The one he used on his camera was bad enough but in addition to the bright light, these have a little pop.  If it wasn't for the tasty treats I'd be so out of there.  But of course, I am beautiful in the new <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://cancerstory.ourmutts.com/images/Apr2006forward/CRW_0523.jpg">pictures</a>.

Well, I have to sign off early.  The boss ma'am is home for a couple of hours this morning and she said that she'd take me for a walk.  And that is too good an offer to pass up.

Have a great day!

TTFN,
Little Bit, the good dog.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Goodbye Ted E. Bear.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/144346</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 18 Apr 2006 05:04:15 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Evil, evil lymphoma.

As I was writing on Easter telling you how well I was doing, the evil cancer ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Evil, evil lymphoma.

As I was writing on Easter telling you how well I was doing, the evil cancer known as lymphoma was winning its battle elsewhere.  My friend <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href=http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=279898&j=t">Ted E. Bear</a>, was spending his last hours with his pack.  I am very sad to write that yesterday the cancer won and Teddy passed on to the Rainbow Bridge.   At five, he was much, much too young to get such a bad disease.

Teddy, you will be missed.  My thoughts and prayers (as well as those of my whole pack) go out to you and your pack. 

Peace, out.
Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Happy Easter!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/143695</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 16 Apr 2006 15:00:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Happy Easter!  

I just have to say that I love this weather.  Makes me feel good.

Oh, and bein ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Happy Easter!  

I just have to say that I love this weather.  Makes me feel good.

Oh, and being over my puny stage post chemo makes me feel good too.  It finally happened last night and boy was I hungry.  Fortunately for me the puny part only lasted a couple of days and I am feeling in tip top shape.  In fact, after the combo of l-asparaginase and doxorubicin in the last week and a half, I'm doing better than than I have in have in many months.  Probably since last fall actually.  I have really high hopes that this new regimen does that spooty old cancer in for good.  Die cancer!  Die!

Finally, I wanted to say thanks again to my pal Willie for sending me the soft and cuddly bunny bear and for sending me all of that good candy.  I wish I could say that I didn't share a thing, but truth be told, I only got to eat some jelly beans.  But they sure were tasty.  Thank you Willie and thank you to Willie's mom.

I hope you all have a wonderful afternoon.

Peace, out.
Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Life is Good.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/141521</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 11 Apr 2006 06:21:28 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Sometimes I just don't know what gets into my alpha dogs.  They say they love me.  They say they wan ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sometimes I just don't know what gets into my alpha dogs.  They say they love me.  They say they want me to be happy and healthy. Then they dress me up like <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://cancerstory.ourmutts.com/images/Apr2006forward/CRW_0207.jpg">this</a>...

So I wanted to give you all an update on how I've been doing.  When I last wrote on Saturday, I mentioned that things were looking up after a bad day on Friday.  Well, I continued to feel well throughout the weekend.  My appetite was back.  My energy was back.  My bumps were down.  Life was good.  

Then yesterday morning I went to get my infusion of doxorubicin (Die cancer!  Die!).  Okay, so I understand the importance of getting this drug.  And it doesn't make me feel too bad except for a bit of  queasiness three or four days out.  But what really hurts, what I just can't understand, is why would they eat breakfast without me?  They know I'm hungry.  They know I like Great Harvest Bread.  So why would the drop me off (on an empty stomach no less) then pick up something I would have wanted to share with them?

Okay, maybe I'm feeling a bit sassy today.  Maybe a bit full of myself.

The truth is that I'm feeling good.  My bumps are continuing to go down.  My eye looks so much better.  My energy is great.  I even tried to convince Lyle to do a little rough housing this morning.  Life is good.

Today I sign off with a poem from my friend <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=173508&j=t">Angus the Warrior</a>:

<i>Spring hath sprung!
And winter fled. 
‘Tis time to dig 
In the flower bed. 

Time to run, 
Twirl and dance.
Around the yard,
Without a backward glance.

At February’s frost,
Or March’s gloom.
Spring is here!
Let the flowers bloom. 

Let us fling worms,
And roll in mud. 
Smell the flowers,
And eat every bud.</i>

Peace, out.
Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Boy am I hungry</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/140690</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 9 Apr 2006 06:21:45 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Boy, was it ever a tough week.  First, I was at the end of the chemo cycle and as I've mentioned, th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Boy, was it ever a tough week.  First, I was at the end of the chemo cycle and as I've mentioned, the CCNU didn't put me in remission so towards the end of the cycle my tumors were growing big again and I was feeling puny.   But while the tumors were growing, I was still feeling the side effects and as Lyle would say, I tossed my cookies more than once.  I know I've said it before, but cancer stinks.

Then, as if that wasn't enough, the boss man said I needed a bath!  The nerve of him!!!  Okay, it is possible that I actually needed one this time.  I don't really like to talk about such things, but I'll make an exception this time.  See, some dogs (like Lyle) don't mind being dirty.  Some (again like Lyle) actually take a certain amount of pride in being dirty and smelly.  Well, I was never that kind of dog (with only a few "unmentionable" exceptions).  I always liked to be clean.  Not to be bathed, but I generally try to stay out of the mud and I keep myself looking presentable.  Well, anyway, while on CCNU, not only was I pukey, but I was having problems from the other end too.  Which was messy.  Which is really embarrassing.  But anyway, I needed a bath and I got one.

Then, with all of that going on, my right eye started getting all red and swollen.  Well, the boss man has thought for a while that my eye got irritated when my bumps got big and this time my doctor saw it and agreed that my cancer is most likely in my <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://ourmutts.com/cancerstory/images/Apr2006forward/CRW_0058.jpg">eye</a> too.  Cancer really stinks.

Oh, yeah, and I've mentioned it before but nothing tasted good.  

So finally Friday rolls around and I'm scheduled to go to see my doctor for the usual blood work followed by my injection of l-aspariginase.  Now if you are a faithful reader, you might remember that I had an injection of l-aspariginase back in January 2005.  It seems that cancer cells don't make asparagine and if you take it away then they die.  Sounds good.  But it isn't something that you can get very often.  Anyway, it had been long enough so I got that and I'll follow that up with an Adriamycin infusion on Monday.  Sound familiar?  Well, I got that drug last summer but this time I'll be getting a much higher dose.  Oh, and in case you are wondering, my blood work looked fine and my buffy coat profile was as beautiful as usual.  

Well, I have to say that killing off tumor cells is VERY HARD WORK and I had a horrible day yesterday.  I felt very pukey and very tired.  After a very long day I was very happy to go to bed.  Oh, and Die cancer!  Die!

Then today.  Still Die cancer!  Die!

Well, I'm so happy to report that things are looking up again.  My eye looks a little better.  My bumps are a bit smaller.  My stomach isn't doing any jumping jacks.  I'm hungry and things are starting to taste good again.  I've been refusing my C/D prescription diet now for just over a month now and today even it tasted good again.  So did scrambled eggs.  So did turkey.  So did oatmeal.  So did chicken.  So did noodles.  So did vegetables.  So did rawhide.  Okay, it may sound like I'm trying to make up for lost time today (did I mention that I was down to 24.4 lbs at my weigh in yesterday?) but rest assured friends, it is all in moderation.  I've been going with the small, frequent eating plan today just to be safe.  

And if the food thing wasn't enough (which I can't stress enough is a HUGE improvement), then my friend Oreo sent her alpha dog over with toys to help cheer me up.  Seems the bosses ran into him yesterday and mentioned that I was feeling puny and they bought me a get well gift.  That was sooo thoughtful of them.  I am so very lucky to have such wonderful friends.  Even with everything else that goes on, I know that I am truly a blessed dog.

So that about wraps it up.  I had a big day today and it's getting late so I'm going to head to bed.  My standards are starting to slip and I'm starting to do things I wouldn't normally do.  In fact, had the boss man not taken a <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://ourmutts.com/cancerstory/images/Apr2006forward/IMG_1273.jpg">picture</a>, I would never have believed it.  

So good night my friends.  I hope you enjoy the rest of your weekend!

TTFN,
Little Bit

P.S. Die cancer!  Die!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mmmm, Butter Burgers</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/137340</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 31 Mar 2006 15:05:37 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I just wanted to give you all fair warning.  If you bought stock in Dairy Queen because of my patron ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I just wanted to give you all fair warning.  If you bought stock in Dairy Queen because of my patronage, it might be time for you to sell.  

I've mentioned before my fondness for Butter Burgers, fried cheese curds and frozen custard from Culvers.  Well my friends, I'm so happy to report that I will no longer have to endure long car rides in order to indulge.  Not only are they building here in Lexington, but they are building TWO here in Lexington.  A new construction in Bowling Green will round out their long awaited arrival to Kentucky.  All I can say is don't be alarmed if I start suddenly putting on a lot of weight.  Mmmm, Butter Burgers.  Mmmm, fried cheese curds.  Mmmm, frozen custard.  I can almost feel my arteries hardening already!

So when last I wrote, I had mentioned that my bosses finally gave up trying to get me to eat dog food.  I had lost over ten percent of my weight and I was, shall I say, unenergetic.  Well, after a week of sharing meals with the bosses, I am happy to report that I am feeling SO MUCH better.  Also, my bumps are a bit smaller (thanks to the CCNU).  A week from today I'll start with my new protocol (l-asparaginase then Adriamycin the following Monday).  Even after my taste buds get back to normal and my bumps are completely gone (Die cancer!  Die!), the bosses have another thing coming if they think I'll be going back to my C/D.  Or any other dog food for that matter.  

Well, speaking of food, I should really run.  I'm feeling a little grumbly in my tummy and I think I'm getting some tuna tonight.  

Have a great weekend!

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Fur and Bones!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/134989</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 25 Mar 2006 06:17:07 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So, truth be told, I've been avoiding writing for a little while.  The last couple of weeks haven't  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So, truth be told, I've been avoiding writing for a little while.  The last couple of weeks haven't been my best and I didn't want to needlessly worry my friends and relations.  But the reason that I started writing in the first place was to help keep everyone up-to-date with the life and times of Little Bit whether they be good times (mmm, Pop-Tarts) or bad (yuck, C/D kibble).  So here goes.

Turns out, being on CCNU is less fun than being on other chemotherapy agents.  First off (and if you know me, you know this is a big one), it changes the way things taste.  Back when I was on the hungry maker (prednisone), I had reached a "pleasantly plump" stage and I had topped out around 27.5 pounds.  Fast forward to March 16, 2006 when I went to the Animal Care Clinic to have my blood work checked and I was down to 25.0 pounds.  And I'm afraid that I'm down a bit from there.  Fur and bones!  And the problem isn't that I'm not hungry (most of the time at least) but rather that my food tastes like ashes to me.  I used to love it.  New can day was my favorite.  Oh, and end of the can day.  But now I can't gag the stuff down.  And since I'm a bladder stone maker, I can't just eat any old kibble without trouble.  Yesterday at least, was a turning point.  The boss man finally got a supplement that will give me some of the benefits of eating C/D while eating tasty things instead.  Yesterday I had beef bourguignon!  Yeah Baby!!!  I can't wait to see what he cooks up for me today!

Aside from the taste thing, the CCNU has been making be feel a bit queasy.  Also not much fun.  So what is a dog to do?

Fortunately my veterinarian is looking out for me.  She was very concerned that my liver enzymes were elevated and that I had lost so much weight since starting on CCNU.  Well, she had recently been at a conference where she met another veterinary oncologist, this time working at her alma mater.  Since she was also feeling that perhaps because the CCNU wasn't doing any better of a job with my lymphoma than the dactinomycin but with worse side effects (which seemed to be of small concern for to my oncologist), it was time for another opinion so she contacted this new oncologist.    Well, as in so many other things in life, there are two opposite sides of the spectrum when it comes to treating dogs with lymphoma.  Some say that we should be treated with the least effective dose of chemotherapy to maximize quality of life.  Others think it should be attacked with a bit more force and which might make us feel a little worse during the treatment, that overall it will lead to a longer life with good quality after the treatment is over.  From what I can gather, my current oncologist is on one side while this new oncologist is on the other.  To me, I think that perhaps having both perspectives can only be a good thing.  

But for now, we wait.  My last dose of CCNU has in fact caused a reduction in the size of my lymph nodes.  It has also caused me some distress (I'll spare you the details, you can thank me later).  In the next week or so my doctors will come up with a new plan of attack which will hopefully kill off this evil cancer once and for all.  Die cancer! Die!

Have a great weekend!

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Will there be a St. Cyril's Day's stroll?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/131906</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 16 Mar 2006 16:37:38 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Okay, so here's a tidbit for you all.  Everyone knows that Saint Patrick is the patron saint of Irel ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Okay, so here's a tidbit for you all.  Everyone knows that Saint Patrick is the patron saint of Ireland.  Well, maybe not everybody, but certainly it is common knowledge.  But did you know that many places in fact have patron saints?  Check out this website if you are interested in, say, the patron saint of Algeria (Cyprian of Carthage) or Yugoslavia (Cyril) or anywhere in between.  

So, on that note, I want to thank <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=98637&j=t">Willie</a> for thinking of me on this St. Patrick's Day Eve (or several days earlier actually).  Today after barking at the mailman I sent the boss man out to retrieve the mail and much to my surprise I found a package for me!  Willie and his boss ma'am sent me a St. Patty's day gift and I love it.  Thank you!  It is so soft and it makes the perfect napping buddy.  

And let me tell you, if there was ever a day I needed a nap, it was today.  

So, tomorrow is my scheduled day to take my next dose of CCNU which means that today I was supposed to have my blood work checked.  Well, the boss also wanted to talk to my doctor about a couple of things so I ended up being there this morning for a whole hour.  Well, it turns out that my CBC (buffy coat profile and all) was COMPLETELY normal.  Sounds good you say?  Well, the CCNU should have knocked my white counts down to below normal by now.  So,  my oncologist was consulted and she said that I should probably also have my liver function tested to make sure that all of this chemotherapy hasn't caused problems with my liver.  Guess what that meant.  That's right, another trip to the vet clinic!  Well, it turns out that my liver enzymes were a bit elevated but not enough to cause any worry and tomorrow I'm supposed to go ahead and take my next dose of CCNU.   I tell you, I wouldn't mind it so much if it didn't throw my taste buds so far out of whack.  I was just getting back to enjoying my food again.

Speaking of the veterinary clinic, it turns out that they are fans of mine and regularly read my diary.  Well, they are going to start an electronic newsletter and can you believe that they asked me to submit an article?  If you'd like, you can <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://cancerstory.ourmutts.com/LittleBitStory/AnimalCareClinic.htm">check it out</a> too.  

Oh and that reminds me, I finally got a hold of the April Reader's Digest.  Turns out it wasn't an article so much as a little blurb about Dogster.  I was quite surprised to see that my name was mentioned as many times as Dogster itself.  Hopefully it will help some new dogs (& and cats for Catster) make some new friends.

Well, that's about it for me.  The boss man said something about popcorn so I expect I'll be busy doing a little quality control soon.

Have a great night and a very happy St. Patrick's Day tomorrow.

TTFN,
Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>80,000,000 readers.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/129395</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 10 Mar 2006 05:38:09 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/129395</guid>
		<description>So, back around the time of January 16, 2006, some of you might remember that I was Dogster's Dog of ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So, back around the time of January 16, 2006, some of you might remember that I was Dogster's Dog of the Day.  It was, naturally, a special day for me.  Of course, being so named is a very special honor and it is a time when many of my pup pals pmailed to say hello.  It was a good day.

But it turns out that I had more going on that day than I let on.  See, I had a secret that I was waiting to bark about to all of my pals, but I was waiting until the time was right.

See, around that same time, I was interviewed by a publication that reaches an estimated 80 million readers a month (80,000,000!) and that is published in nineteen different languages world wide.   Those kind of numbers are enough to make a dog sit back and say whoa!  I never, ever would have imagined that people around the world would be reading about Little Bit and her pack.  Then Dogster came around and that changed.  And I'm still amazed that now I've made friends all around the country and the world.  And now, because of Dogster, I'm mentioned in Reader's Digest April issue.

Now, I haven't seen it yet.  I didn't think it would be out for another couple of days, but my friend <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=125561&j=t">Taz</a> wrote this morning to tell me that he read the article.  I have to say that it makes me a little nervous.

So, with that said, I'm going to sign off so I can run down to the newsstand so I can see for myself.

Have a great day.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Happy Birthday Boss Ma'am!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/129022</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 9 Mar 2006 07:05:09 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/129022</guid>
		<description>Okay, first things first, Happy Birthday Boss Ma'am!  You are the best boss ma'am a dog could have a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Okay, first things first, Happy Birthday Boss Ma'am!  You are the best boss ma'am a dog could have and I love you.

Secondly, how come I didn't get a piece of cake?

So, long time no bark.  I've been on vacation and before that I'd been running around like a crazy dog trying to get ready.  You know how it goes, making sure the biscuits are packed.  Making sure the food is packed.  Taking a nap because the thought of 1000 miles in five days tires you out.  Making sure your leash is packed.  Another nap...  Well anyway you get the idea.

Once again me and the pack made the journey to the artic circle, or Milwaukee, WI to be more precise.  It was a magical time filled with (in order of appearance) Butter Burgers, fried cheese curds, frozen custard, daily fresh home-made croissants, chicken and noodles, chicken parmesan, cheese and crackers, peanut butter and crackers, marshmallows.  Well, I could go on and on, but you probably get the idea.  

So you might think I was in heaven.  Well, typically that would be true, but I'm afraid to say that this new chemo drug has done a number on my taste buds.  All of those things are wonderful and I full well know that.  Unfortunately, to paraphrase the boss ma'am grandma, nobody tells you that chemotherapy affects the tasters too.  

Which isn't to say that I didn't have a nice visit.  It was so good to visit with the bosses extended pack.  It has really been a long time and I did my best to catch up with all the latest news and smells.  All in all, it was a very nice trip.  But now I'm happy to be home.  

Well, that about wraps it up for me today.  I'll bark more soon.

TTFN,
Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hooray for Irma!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/122906</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 20 Feb 2006 16:32:47 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/122906</guid>
		<description>First of all, I wanted to say congratulations to Irma, Dog of the Week!  I like it when my friends a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ First of all, I wanted to say congratulations to <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=51909&j=t">Irma</a>, Dog of the Week!  I like it when my friends are honored.  I like it very much.

Next, I have to say that my international movie debut went about as well as I could have expected.  It is getting good early reviews.  I expect that next year I'll be up for either an Academy Award or a Razzie.  Hard to tell which really.  

Other than that not much new for me to report.  Have a super night.

Peace, out.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Happy Sunday</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/122347</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 19 Feb 2006 06:03:39 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Happy Sunday.

I for one am glad to be on to a new week and hope this one a great one for all of u ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Happy Sunday.

I for one am glad to be on to a new week and hope this one a great one for all of us.  Well, I guess one good thing happened last week.  The bosses volunteered at one of the nearby animal shelters to help take some pictures.  See they (the animal shelter people) had this idea that if they could get pictures of the dogs and cats out in the weather, then those pictures could be used on the WeatherBug  photo albums which could in turn be used on the local ABC channel on the morning weather report.  Anyway, I'm more than happy to have the bosses help less fortunate dogs (can you believe I was a pound dog once?).  Plus, it targets the flashy thing somewhere else - all good.  Anyway, if you want to adopt one, you can see their pictures <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://ourmutts.com/whs_dogs.htm">here</a> and if you click on the small picture, a website will show up under their name with a petfinder web address.  

Well, I'm sure you are all wondering how I'm doing without my <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://cancerstory.ourmutts.com/images/OpenWide.jpg">right side premolar</a>.  To tell you the truth, I'm doing okay.  I'm not in any pain anymore which is a very good thing, but there are still some signs of infection so I'm heading into week two of antibiotics.  It seems that the CCNU is slowing down my recovery.  My only real problem is that I haven't been able to figure out how to eat my baby carrots again (remember left premolar is already gone).  And if I can't figure that out, well, there is little hope of the bosses giving me any rawhide anytime soon.  Or at least until the stitches are out.

Well, that about wraps it up for today.  I am hoping to spend this cold February day snuggled up next to my boss ma'am on the couch under a nice comfy blanket.   Have a great day everyone!

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Happy Valentine's Day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/120371</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 14 Feb 2006 06:33:51 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/120371</guid>
		<description>Happy Valentine's Day!  I hope you all get lots of rawhides (or chocolate if you prefer and are not  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Happy Valentine's Day!  I hope you all get lots of rawhides (or chocolate if you prefer and are not discriminated against by the <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://cancerstory.ourmutts.com/LittleBitStory/April2005/april_3,_2005.htm">great chocolate conspiracy</a>).  

So, yesterday was a big ouchy day.  Today is ouchy too but not quite as bad.  Plus I don't have to go to see the veterinarian today so that right there is an improvement.

It turns out that one of the two big roots of my right side premolar was in bad shape which caused the infection.  The other side was as healthy as can be which, of course, means that it was a bugger to get out and hence, ouchy. 
 
The thing is, I've always taken such good care of my teeth.  I brush.  I chew rawhide.  I've even flossed from time to time.  When the boss man was dropping me off, April (the vet tech) asked if he wanted them to clean my teeth while I was out.  He said to go ahead if it was needed but he didn't think they would have to.  Turns out my other teeth are really healthy.  I just don't understand how I managed to break two teeth.  I sincerely hope that I never have to go through that experience again!

So anyway, I just wanted to let you all know that my surgery went as well as can be expected.  I'm a little tired today so I'm off to take a well deserved nap.

Have a great St. Valentine's day everyone and I hope that you alpha dogs bring you some of that steak that we all know you so richly deserve.

Peace, out.
Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>February is Pet Dental Care Month!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/119922</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 13 Feb 2006 06:08:14 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/119922</guid>
		<description>It's ironic that February is pet dental care month.

If you recall, last February, I had broken my ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's ironic that February is pet dental care month.

If you recall, last February, I had broken my second tooth but fortunately (or so I thought at the time), it was decided that they could just paint it with a special dental paint and that it would probably be all right.  The bosses were told what to look for if the paint wasn't good enough and the tooth would have to come out.

Fast forward a year.  Again, it is pet dental care month.  Again, I'm having tooth problems.  On Saturday, the bosses noticed that I had this swelling under my right eye.  They emailed my doctor with some pictures and talked to her.  She said to come on in.  Well, I really (really, really, really) didn't want to do go to the veterinary clinic so I used the power of positive thought to reduce the swelling and guess what... it worked!  By appointment time the swelling had been reduced.  The bosses were concerned about that painted tooth but my gums didn't seem puffy or sensitive and the tooth itself looked fine.  So, knowing that my regular veterinarian was working Sunday as well, they decided to give it a day and see what would happen.

So Sunday rolls around and guess what, not only is it as big as it was Saturday morning, now it is sensitive to touch (I had to scratch it oh so gently when it itched), but now my gums were a little puffy too.  Oh, and my lymph nodes were enlarged on that side of my head!  
 
Well, if you know my story, you know how worrisome that is, so off I go to see my doctor.  Okay, not a fun way to spend a Sunday afternoon.  Plus I was scheduled to get rawhide Sunday night.  You can imagine what happened to that plan.

So, I'm sure you know where this is heading.  She says that a week after taking a drug that severely depresses the immune system is not ideal for a tooth extraction but that if my lymph nodes were enlarged near the infection (but thankfully not anywhere else), that I still am having an immune response and it is MUCH better to take care of this before things get worse.  So, Monday morning rolls around and sure enough, the boss man brings me to the Animal Care Clinic where they are going to pull that bad tooth.  Oh well, it isn't like it was a fancy gold painted tooth or anything.

So, I'm supposed to be able to come home around 1:00 pm EST.  I'm keeping my dewclaws crossed that it won't be a minute later.

Oh, and if you thought maybe that would get me off the hook for my CBC later in the week, well, then you'd be wrong.  My doctor said it is too early to do the blood work so I still have to go back on Thursday.  Yuck I say.

Well, that's about it for me.  I hope you are all having a much better Monday that I am!

TTFN,
Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bark. Bark. Bark.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/119234</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 11 Feb 2006 05:07:57 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Long time no bark (or so I've been told).

Actually, I've been meaning to write for some time.  Se ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Long time no bark (or so I've been told).

Actually, I've been meaning to write for some time.  See last time I wrote I mentioned that I'd be starting a new chemotherapy agent and I know that my friends and relations would be eager to hear that it is working with minimal side effects.  Sill, I'm a bad dog and it took me a full week after taking my first dose of CCNU to write.  Sorry.

Well, you might be wondering how my therapy is progressing.  Truth be told, I'm wondering too.  See, when I started  the CCNU I had been feeling well and the bosses couldn't feel any lumps.  Still, there was that pesky hinder-ender problem.  Well, fast forward a week and there are no lumps to be felt.  The bum, well, not much change there either.  Maybe a little improvement if I'm feeling optimistic.  Certainly not any worse.  But still, if it takes four to six weeks for my white count to bottom out, then it likely that it will take a while for the cancer to completely die too.  Right?  Die cancer!  Die! Either way, another watchful waiting week for me.  Next Thursday I'll sneak in to the Animal Care Clinic for a blood draw then I'll hightail it out of there while they are working on it and wait at home for a phone call to let me know the results.  FWIW, I sometimes to go into the veterinary office lowtailed, but I always leave hightailed.  Then on Friday I'll take my next dose.

Last Saturday was a good day.  I got some RAWHIDE baby!  It was looonnnnnggggg overdue.  Oh, then I got some prosciutto Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday.   Mmm, Italian ham.  I tell you, everyday should be prosciutto day.

I guess that about wraps it up for today.  I'll do my best to write again soon.  Oh, and I'm working on a little movie clip to share with all of you.  I'll just say, I'm adorable.  You will say it too.

Have a great night everyone and have a wonderful weekend!

Peace, out.
Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Happy Groundhog Day!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/116563</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 2 Feb 2006 12:02:37 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>As a terrier, groundhog day is one of my favorite holidays.  I mean, come on, we are celebrating rod ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ As a terrier, groundhog day is one of my favorite holidays.  I mean, come on, we are celebrating rodents and what self respecting terrier doesn't get worked up when they see one of those in their back yard.  For the record, I understand that he saw his shadow today.  Apparently the official woodchuck doesn't live in Lexington because if he did, the only way he would have saw his shadow is if someone had a spot light on him.

Oh, and Happy Birthday Lyle!

May you get all of the chicken and ice cream you want.  And my you have the good manners to share with me.

Mmm, chicken.  Mmm, ice cream.

Of course, I don't know if he is even going to make it until dinner time.  It is barely 2:30 pm EST and, well, I'll just let the <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://cancerstory.ourmutts.com/images/IMG_1067.jpg">picture</a> speak for itself. 

As for me, I'm feeling pretty good today.  In fact, some might even say I'm down right spunky.  All I can say to them is mmm, woodchuck; mmm, chicken; mmm, ice cream.  Well, let's just say I have a lot to look forward to today.

So remember how I said that I thought I'd be off the hook this semester because the boss man is taking a people photography class?  Can you believe that for the first assignment he had the nerve to include me in his <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://cancerstory.ourmutts.com/images/CRW_8952.jpg">picture</a>?  I swear, it is like he read my diary and included me just out of spite.  Oh well, at least I look more dignified than some other dog that had his picture made today.  He he he.

Well, that about wraps it up for today.  Tomorrow I'm going to start on my new drug CCNU.  I'll take two pills before bed (and well after I've last eaten) and hope that it takes care of that nasty old cancer once and for all.  Die cancer!  Die!  I'll let you know how it goes.

Have a great afternoon everyone!  I hope you all get a groundhog today!

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Happy Chinese New Year!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/115118</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 29 Jan 2006 05:12:09 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Okay, I'm not a Chinese Crested or a Shar-Pei or anything, but I still wanted to with you all a happ ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Okay, I'm not a Chinese Crested or a Shar-Pei or anything, but I still wanted to with you all a happy Chinese New Year.  Today is of course, the start of the year of the dog.  This is supposed to be a good year and those born in dog years are said to be good people (I suppose dogs born in this year are especially good dogs).  The <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://www.c-c-c.org/chineseculture/zodiac/dog.html">Chinese Culture Center of San Francisco</a> has this to say:

People born in the Year of the Dog possess the best traits of human nature. They have a deep sense of loyalty, are honest, and inspire other people's confidence because they know how to keep secrets. But Dog People are somewhat selfish, terribly stubborn, and eccentric. They care little for wealth, yet somehow always seem to have money. They can be cold emotionally and sometimes distant at parties. They can find fault with many things and are noted for their sharp tongues. Dog people make good leaders. They are compatible with those born in the Years of the Horse, Tiger, and Rabbit.
Me, I was born in the year of the ox.  They are said to be patient and speak little but are able to inspire confidence in others.  I'm not sure if that describes me or not.  I'll leave that up to you to decide.

So on Friday I went to have a CBC (Compete Blood Count) done.  We didn't stick around for the results so I can't really tell you any specifics.  I'm sure that my Buffy Coat Profile was excellent, but suffice to say, everything was within normal limits.  So you may be wondering what does that mean?  Well, it means that I'll be starting on the CCNU next week.  The plan is to wait until Thursday, which is two weeks after my last injection, but since my blood work looked fine, I can start sooner if I start to have troubles.  My veterinarian wants me to come in for another CBC two weeks later (where we expect my white count to be very low), and then I'll take another dose of CCNU.  I have to say that I'm a little nervous about the low white count thing.  I understand that it will make me more susceptible to infection if I come in contact with other sick dogs so I don't really understand why my doctor would want to do another CBC at a time when it is supposed to be low and at a place where sick dogs congregate.  She assures me that they will get me in and out at a low traffic time to minimize my risk.  Still, I'm hopeful that this will be the drug to take out that spooty old lymphoma once and for all!  Die cancer!  Die!

So the boss man's classes are starting up again.  I'm feeling pretty good about this semester though because it is a people photography class.  The way I see it, that means me won't be sticking that flashy thing in my face so much.  I have to say that I'm a little relieved.

Well, that about wraps it up for today.  Happy New Year everyone!

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I have the world's best neighbors!</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 24 Jan 2006 17:45:05 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I love him.  Really I do.  But sometimes he just really goes too far. 

I mean, I understand why h ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I love him.  Really I do.  But sometimes he just really goes too far. 

I mean, I understand why he did it to Lyle.  Lyle was stinky.  And itchy too.  So really, it was for his own good.

But me, I was so sweet.  My fur was glossy and beautiful.  

Now I'm fluffy and that doesn't really suit me.  

Now the bosses say how soft and sweet smelling I am.  How I'm now a gorgeous dog.  As if I wasn't before.  On the up side they are petting me even more than normal.  

I think maybe he should make it up to me by giving me some steak.  Steak has this way of making everything seem somehow alright.  Oh, and did I mention how much I love my neighbors recently?  Yes, that is right, they brought me their steak leftovers again.  I tell you, a dog couldn't ask for better neighbors!

So, you may be wondering how I'm doing after my last treatment.  The dactinomycin seems to be working as well as ever.  Importantly, I'm feeling well and when I go for my CBC check on Friday I expect that everything will look peachy keen.  

Well, not much else going on tonight.  I'll bark at you all later.

Peace, out.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>WAFFLE DAY!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/113054</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 22 Jan 2006 13:02:41 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well, I've always thought that there was no such thing as &quot;too much of a good thing.&quot;  Well, turns o ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, I've always thought that there was no such thing as "too much of a good thing."  Well, turns out that might not be true.

Also, this morning was WAFFLE morning!  Yeah Baby!  Followed by a looong walk.  

Moving on to another topic, last week I had my last dactinomycin injection.  From the first injection, it was clear that it wasn't going to give me a complete response.  Sure it helped, but it never put me into remission.  Still, it wasn't allowing my lymphoma to get out of hand so my doctors decided that it was worth trying for several doses before giving up on it.  So, on to the next drug.

Next on the list is CCNU.  CCNU, or lomustine as it is also called, is one of the nitrosoureas used in the treatment of certain neoplastic diseases. It is 1-(2-chloro-ethyl)-3-cyclohexyl-1-nitrosourea. It is a yellow powder with the empirical formula of C 9 H 16 CIN 3 O 2.  

So, you might be thinking, if there was another drug that you could try, why did you wait so long?  The truth is that I've gone through the drugs with "minimal" side effects.  Now with CCNU, the list of side effects gets longer and perhaps more what people first think of when they hear about chemotherapy.  Nausea, vomiting, loss of appetite, hair loss and decreased platelets and white cells.  All but the decreased white cells and platelets last only a day or two after my dose, but it will take six to eight weeks for my blood work to get back to normal after each dose so I will be at a much higher risk of infection during that time.  I'm not sure yet how often I'll be taking this drug but it is likely that my blood work will not have the chance to fully recover between doses.  I still have a lot of questions about CCNU but I expect to have them answered when I go to have my blood work checked on Friday.

Well, not much else new here.  I'm off to watch some football.

Have a great afternoon.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Another round of chemotherapy today.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/112113</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 19 Jan 2006 06:36:12 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>This morning I had my latest dactinomycin injection.  Health wise, I'm pretty much the same as I was ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This morning I had my latest dactinomycin injection.  Health wise, I'm pretty much the same as I was two weeks ago when I had my last injection.  The cancer is there, but it isn't growing fast enough to cause immediate alarm or to cause my veterinarians to change my regime at this time.  

I think this surprises people, even my doctors.  They see me and I'm full of energy.  I go about my daily business.  Take walks.  Write journal entries.  Bark at the UPS guy.  Eat rawhides (well, maybe not as often as I'd like).  But all in all, I do normal dog things so they are surprised that I have cancer, or in my doctor's case, that she can see signs of it when I go for a checkup.  Personally, I don't know what they think I should be doing.  I do my fair share of napping, but I'd bet most nine year old dogs do that even if they are healthy.  I'm more of a live life to the fullest kind of dog so if I have the ambition to take a walk, then I tell my bosses to get the leash out.  If I'm hungry, I let them know that too.

So, for now at least, I'm going to find a nice sunny spot and relax.  Going to the veterinary clinic to get chemotherapy is stressful and a sun spot is the perfect place to relax and put it all behind me.  I'll probably feel a little puny once the drug kicks in, but then I'll feel better after that.   I'll let you know how it goes.

Well, I'm going to sign off now.  I'll bark at you tomorrow.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm not a barky dog.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/111595</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 17 Jan 2006 12:14:33 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/111595</guid>
		<description>One of my fellow Dogster members noticed that I have one of the most active diaries on Dogster.  Whe ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ One of my fellow Dogster members noticed that I have one of the most active diaries on Dogster.  When I did the search, it turns out that I was number eighteen out of 20,316 dogs that have entries.  Who would have ever guessed that I was such a big barker?  Thank you Sabrina for pointing that out to me.

So as I mentioned yesterday, I was Dogster's Dog of the Day.  Let me tell you, I really enjoyed all of the attention.  I had so many emails and rosettes!  It was great hearing from so many of my pals.  I certainly am a lucky dog to have so many friends.

I also mentioned that I was going to go to the veterinary clinic to have my blood work tested.  Well, I am happy to report that everything was within normal ranges.  And of course, my buffy coat was as beautiful as always.  Between the excitement (the bad kind) of going to the doctor's office and my Dog of the Day (the good kind), I was really beat.  After a good night's rest, I feel much better today.  It looks like I'll be getting my next chemotherapy infusion on Thursday as planned.  Die cancer!  Die!

I guess that pretty much wraps it up for day.  We are having one of those really gray, rainy days here - perfect for a nice afternoon nap.  So I'm off to find a nice comfy spot on the couch.

Have a great day.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Thanks, Dogster!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/111212</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 16 Jan 2006 05:39:30 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I used to think of January 16 as my boss man's father's birthday (Happy Birthday Jim).  Then, when I ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I used to think of January 16 as my boss man's father's birthday (Happy Birthday Jim).  Then, when I was a little older, I realized that sometimes it is also Martin Luther King Day (Happy MLK Day everyone).  But from today on, I always think fondly of it as Little Bit Day (Festive Little Bit Day everyone).
Oh, I try to be humble about it.  But it just makes a dog feel so special to know that out of 131,411 dogs, I was chosen to be the Dogster DOG OF THE DAY!  
Secretly, I think that they would make me DOG OF THE DAY everyday if it wouldn't start some sort of uprising.  I'm just so lovable.  So adorable.
Okay, enough of that.  You know I'm just kidding, right?

I really want to take this opportunity to thank Dogster not only for naming me Dog of the Day, but for working so hard to provide this great place.  I've made so many good pup pals here from around the country and from around the world.  It makes a dog like me, feel so cosmopolitan.  

So today I go back to the veterinary clinic to have more blood work done.  If everything looks peachy then I'll head back there on Thursday to get my next infusion.  I'll let you know how that goes.
Well, I'm off to get some breakfast.  Thanks again Dogster!
TTFN,
Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Happy Birthday Dogster!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/110906</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 15 Jan 2006 07:24:54 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm sorry.  

Yes, I have been a little lax.  And at a particularly bad time too.  When last I wro ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm sorry.  

Yes, I have been a little lax.  And at a particularly bad time too.  When last I wrote, I had just received my last chemo infusion and I was feeling kind of lousy after spending the entire day at the Animal Care Clinic.  I'm sure you might be wondering how I've been doing since.

Well, I'm happy to say that the dactinomycin continues to do as well as it ever has in keeping my lymph nodes at bay.  See, it was never the wonder drug that the other ones were (before they stopped working) and I've never had a complete response to it.  But importantly, after each injection, I do have a response and the bumps (small to begin with) go away and my backside improves (you know that is all the info you are getting, so don't even ask for more details).  So I continue to do fairly well.  I continue to be pampered.  I continue to be woefully underfed.

Oh, they claim to love me.  They say that feeding me so little is actually good for my health.  But what do they know?!?  I say that only I can know what is good for me.  And I say FEED ME STEAK!

Mmm, steak.

I once had this dream where Lyle and I shared a filet mignon.  Oh, and cake.  There was cake too.  It was such a wonderful dream.  

Mmm, steak.  Mmm, cake.

Well, I'm feeling a bit peckish again.  I'm off to see if I can't scrounge up a little something-something.  

Peace, out.

Little Bit

P.S.  I'm working hard on judging all of your Dogster KC entries.  It is tough work.  May the best dog win!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Today would have been a good day to sleep in.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/108239</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 5 Jan 2006 16:57:09 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well, I've had better days. 

Today was my day to go for my next dactinomycin injection.  My docto ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, I've had better days. 

Today was my day to go for my next dactinomycin injection.  My doctor likes to follow it with a thirty minute intravenous infusion so it means that I have to stay for a while.  Well, this morning, the boss man also had a doctor's appointment so he thought that he'd just drop me off before his appointment then pick me up once he was done.  Well, in theory that sounded okay.  In practice, it turned out to be kind of a lousy day.

See, the problem started early this morning.  I had something stuck in my throat and a spent some time coughing.  No biggy.  Dog make hacking noises all the time.  Even the little bit that I spit up wasn't cause for concern, or so I thought.  Well, being the "dutiful" boss man that he is, he mentions this when making arrangements to leave me there.  Oh yeah, and he says that my bum might be getting a little worse.  Anyway, I go with the vet tech and he goes to have his head examined (or maybe just his eyeballs - whatever, this is about me, not him).

So, as I hear it, not long after his appointment starts and he is saying stuff like "#1 is better" and "E V G T H", he gets a call from my doctor.  Seems that my lymph nodes are slightly enlarged and she wants to do a CBC.  Well, you might remember this time last week I had one and my blood work looked great.  Today my red cells were a little depressed and my neutrophils, lymphocytes and reticulocytes were all a bit elevated.  

Blah, blah, blah.  I just wanted to say give me the juice and be done with it already.  I want to go home and take a nap.

But no, she is concerned and since I was coughing this morning, she wants to do a chest x-ray to make sure that my lungs are clear.  She calls the boss man again to see if that was okay.

Okay, fine, I think to myself.  Those are quick and painless.  Take your picture and give me the juice so I can go home.

Well, I'm happy to say, that my x-ray looked perfectly normal.  Sadly, the one last stumbling block to my going home is that she wanted to consult with my oncologist.  Problem is, my oncologist only works from 1:00 pm to 6:00 pm.  My vet asked the boss man if it would be okay to keep me until after she talks to my oncologist.  Personally, I think she just wanted the chance to spend the day with me, but either way, it turned out that I didn't end up getting my injection and my infusion until 4:35 pm EST.  Which meant that I wasn't finished until 5:05 pm EST.  Which meant that I was at the Animal Care Clinic from 8:30 am EST to 5:20 pm EST (after talking with my doctor yet again) which is a very long time.

So, you may be wondering the outcome of all of this.  Well, as you know if you are a faithful reader, I've gone through a number of different drugs in my quest to beat this cancer (DIE CANCER!  DIE!).  The truth is, there is not an endless supply of different drugs that I can take to kill this cancer and if we can keep the bumps at bay by continuing the more frequent injections (every two weeks) then that is ultimately better. So for the time being, I am going to continue on dactinomycin.  The bosses are going to be careful the check me every day and keep my doctors updated on any changes.  Assuming that there are no changes, I'll go back to see my regular doctor in ten days for a recheck and to get some blood work done.  If there isn't much change, then I'll go back on the 19th for another dactinomycin injection. If things get worse, then I'll be on my way back to Milford, OH to see my oncologist.  

Well, that about wraps it up for me.  Spending a whole day at the veterinary office really wears a dog out.  I'm going to sign off and snuggle my boss ma'am.  

Have a great night everyone!

TTFN,
Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Thank you so much!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/107206</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 2 Jan 2006 07:04:31 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Good morning everyone.

I just wanted to bark a quick thank you to everyone that helped make my bi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Good morning everyone.

I just wanted to bark a quick thank you to everyone that helped make my birthday special yesterday.  Most notably, I wanted to thank <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=120893&j=t">Skye</a> and her pack for barking up my birthday on the Dogster forums, which I'm sure, was responsible for the many, many birthday wishes that I received yesterday.  Also, I wanted to thank her for that marvelous <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://cancerstory.ourmutts.com/images/chickencake.jpg">chicken cake</a> that she and her pack shared in my honor yesterday.  I am, however, afraid that my influence is going to be responsible for her pack thinking that she has gone over the deep end.

I am a lucky dog indeed!

Peace, out.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Nine is fine</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/107036</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 1 Jan 2006 14:41:52 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Happy New Year!

And happy birthday to Francis Rocks who turned four today!  

Let me tell you,  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Happy New Year!

And happy birthday to Francis Rocks who turned four today!  

Let me tell you, 2006 is starting off rather well.   As you may have heard, today I celebrated my ninth birthday.  It started in the usual way.  I got up and opened gifts.  Mmm, liver flavored Kong stuffing.  Mmm, Muttzarella sticks. 

Then, today it was warm and sunny so I went for an extra long walk (well by my current standards at least).   The smells were especially rich today.  It was perfect.  Then I came home to lunch.  Well, you know how I feel about that!

Then I napped while the bosses went running and took Lyle for his longer walk.  After my big morning I was ready for a nap.

Then things really started looking up.  All I can say is having a steak of your own is WAAAAYYYYY better than having to beg, borrow and steal from someone else!  And it was grilled rare!  Perfection baby!

Then Zebra cake for dessert! Okay, now this was a slight disappointment.  I had thought Zebra would be a red meat kind of thing.  Turns out it tastes suspiciously like yellow cake.  Which isn't bad by any stretch of imagination, just not what I had my face all fixed for.

The only bad part was that the boss ma'am was called into work for the evening.  Well, hopefully just for the evening.  Last night she rang in 2006 at work.  
 
Well, I have to make this short.  It was such a great and busy day that I am really beat.  I'm off to take a nap until the boss ma'am comes home.

TTFN,
Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Just a mouth full of biscuits helps the vet visit go fast...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/106210</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 29 Dec 2005 15:49:25 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hidy ho friends!

I hope that you are all enjoying your holiday season.

The last few days I've  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hidy ho friends!

I hope that you are all enjoying your holiday season.

The last few days I've been keeping busy learning how to <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://cancerstory.ourmutts.com/images/IMG_0883.jpg">fly</a>.  Even though I don't have the largest earspan, I feel like if I catch the wind just right I'll have a good chance.  Well, that and maybe a brief suspension of the laws of physics.

Today I went to have my blood checked.  The boss ma'am was able to go with me which I was pretty happy about.  See, when the boss man takes me alone he almost always forgets to bring the bribes along.  Let me tell you, a few biscuits can really go a long way towards making a trip to the veterinary clinic go much better.  And if that wasn't good enough news, my blood work looked great.  Not that I ever had any doubts, mind you.

Well, I have to say that it seems like some dogs are starting to make a fuss over a certain dog's birthday.  Not that turning nine isn't a big deal, it is just that a lady doesn't like to call attention to her age.  Still, I've heard rumors of chicken cake so I can't say that I'm not interested.  I guess I'll just have to wait and see.

Not much else new in Bitland so I'm going to sign off for the night.  Have a great night and I'll bark at you soon.

Peace, out.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Merry Christmas/Happy Hanukkah/Happy Day!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/105024</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 25 Dec 2005 05:49:08 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Merry Christmas!

Hi all.  Yesterday as I was walking in the sunny 52o day it made me think about  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Merry Christmas!

Hi all.  Yesterday as I was walking in the sunny 52o day it made me think about what a difference a year can make.  Last year on Christmas Eve I had to wake up early to brave the three below zero temperature to go visit a strange veterinarian to receive my second chemotherapy treatment.  Darn it was cold!  And that was following a 15 hour ride in the truck through snow and ice.  Yuck!   This Christmas, my pack and I wisely decided to stay home for the holidays.  The boss ma'am's job doesn't allow for long trips every Christmas.  Personally, I'm okay with celebrating quietly with my pack.   Well, with Lyle, it isn't ever really quiet.

So yesterday we watched the March of the Penguins.  I just have to say thank God that I am not an emperor penguin.  They get three months off in the summer to swim and eat.  Okay, three months of eating all you can would be nice, but that is where the nice part of their lives ends.  When it is time, they walk 70 miles through the snow and ice to find a protected spot of ice (and I use the word protected very loosely here).  Then they have two weeks of shacking up followed by the laying of the egg.  Mom then transfers it very carefully to dad's feet/belly fat taking extreme care to minimize the time it is exposed to the elements.  If the egg is on the ice for even the briefest moment then all is lost for the year.  Then mom scoots back 70 plus miles (it is very cold so there is more ice to cover on the way back) to the ocean where she eats for two months.  While waiting for his baby to hatch and his sweeties' return, dad stands around with the other expecting fathers and starves for two months.  Oh yeah, and did I mention that it gets to something like eighty below zero with no sun spots to keep them warm?   So then baby is born and mom returns with food and it is dad's turn to run back to eat.  Back and forth they go until they finally can't take it anymore and nine months after first leaving the ocean, they abandon their babies and go for their summer vacation.  It is truly a remarkable story and I can't tell you how happy that I am that it isn't my story.

Well, one last thing before I head off to Christmas breakfast.  On Thursday I had my latest round of dactinomycin.  It was my first time back at the Animal Care Clinic in quite some time and my doctor said that I was a bit whiter than last time she saw me.  It was the first time that she had used that drug and she was much more cautious than my oncologist is about it.  She made me stay with her for about an hour and she gave me intravenous fluids during my visit.  It was okay because I got lots of loving from everyone while I was there, but as you can imagine, I was happy to go home when the time came.  I felt fairly puny for the next day and a half but I didn't actually get sick which was a good thing.  Also, my taste buds were off again.  Now, my pack and I are saying Christmas prayers that this spooty lymphoma will leave me alone for good.

Happy holidays everyone.  I hope you all have a very merry Christmas, a happy Hanukkah, or simply happy day (if you are celebrating neither today)!  

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Weather of Fright</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/103319</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 18 Dec 2005 12:50:22 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today I just wanted to share a poem that Angus the Warrior wrote for me.  

Little Bit likes not t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today I just wanted to share a poem that <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=173508&j=t">Angus the Warrior</a> wrote for me.  

Little Bit likes not the dreadful weather of fright; 
She longs for the first rays of joyous spring light. 
Commiserate, I, in foolish winter boots. 
My feet are still cold, my fur aches to the roots. 
Winter of our discontent, hasten away. 
Bring us the sun, we want to go play. 
Until then we will dream by a crackling fire, 
Of sunshine like gold and skies of sapphire. 

Thank you so much Angus!
Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Patty Sue guide to winter warmth.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/102975</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 17 Dec 2005 05:57:46 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Okay, so last time I wrote I was a bit grumpy about the weather.  I was cold and not very happy abou ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Okay, so last time I wrote I was a bit grumpy about the weather.  I was cold and not very happy about it.  Well, a week has since past and I've had some time to think this problem through.  Realistically, I have very little sway over where we live so I don't think I'll be able to convince the alpha dogs to move further south.  And I don't think this global warming thing is going to be much help in abolishing winters as we know it.  So, I've decided on a course of action.  I've decided to model my comfort on the "Patty Sue" method.  Basically, it means that I need to plump up to add a rather large layer of insulation to my own body.  I figure if I'm big enough that the fur barely covers me, then I'll probably be warm too.  Plus, it will mean extra nummies.  Win-win if you ask me.

So Francis Rocks and some of his buddies (and especially Pluto) came up with this really great idea for a DKC photo contest.  He is one of those fancy show dogs and he thought it would be cool if all of us mutts could get a chance to compete for a best in show title.  So he goes about setting it up which I'm sure is no small task.  Then, clever boy that he is, goes about eliminating some of the obvious dogs that would have an unfair advantage due to their natural beauty and grace by asking them to be judges.  So far we have forty-two entrants.  I'm going to have a difficult job a head of me.

Finally, a quick update on my health before I sign off.  All of my troubles are behind me now.  (Good bum joke don't you think?)  After consulting with my oncologist, she thinks that my improvement is enough to give the dactinomycin another shot. (HA!)  I am bump free but I still have the lingering bum troubles, however they are improved since my last visit to Milford, OH.  So the plan is to get another injection of dactionomycin next Wednesday, but thankfully at the Animal Care Clinic.  You know, I used to hate that two mile journey, but there is nothing like frequent and regular visits to a veterinarian 108 miles away to really put things in perspective.  I've got my dewclaws crossed that my bum will continue to improve with the next injection so that I'll be back to normal by Christmas.  (Don't worry, I won't start singing about all I want for Christmas).

Have a great weekend and I'll bark at you soon.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm ready for spring.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/101487</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 11 Dec 2005 17:27:30 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>*Oh, the weather out side is frightful.*

Okay, it is official.   I'm sick of winter.   And as far ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ *Oh, the weather out side is frightful.*

Okay, it is official.   I'm sick of winter.   And as far as I'm concerned, that Christmas song should probably have ended after the opening line. 

What is that, winter doesn't officially start until 1:35 pm EST on December 21st? 

Well tell it to Mother Nature.  It is darn cold outside and the ice storm Thursday night was no fun either.  As I sit here this morning, it is 18oF  and with the wind chill factor it feels more like 9oF.   Brrrrrrr!  It is looking like a good day to lay around in front of the fire if you ask me.

Okay, enough of grumpy Bit. 

Good morning everyone.  Can you believe it is only 15 days (well if you want to be more specific, click here) until Christmas?  I tell you, the days seem to be flying by faster than ever.  The good news is that my alpha dogs have finally started their holiday cooking and baking.  Four batches of dog biscuits down, other tasty goodness to come.  Mmmm, homemade peanut butter oat dog biscuits.   Mmmmm.

As you can imagine, I am especially helpful in the kitchen.  Throughout the baking (or cooking) process, it is my job to be Quality Control.  If the bosses forget to give me a sample, then I have to give them the what-four.  I mean, these homemade dog biscuits (Mmmmmmmm) represent me and I can't be too careful.  I wouldn't want to send out a bad product and have some of my friends think they are yucky.  After all, it is my duty  to ensure that they are edible.

Mmmm, homemade dog biscuits.

 

 

Sorry, I had to go get a towel to clean the drool off of the keyboard.

Well, it has been a couple of days since my last chemotherapy injection and I'm afraid that it hasn't done all that it could for my back end.  It seems that it is perhaps a little better, but it is definitely not completely better so it looks like I'll be moving on to CCNU next.  I'll tell you about that one after it is official, but for now, I'll let you know about one of the good things about it, it comes in peanut butter!  Finally, I think we are going to try one that doesn't involve anything sharp being poked into one of my legs.  But still, I am not out of hope that the last dactinomycin injection won't do the trick.  My bosses will call my oncologist sometime towards the end of next week with an update and we will know then.

 So yesterday I thought for sure that I'd get a bird dinner.  Yesterday morning was apparently the scheduled time for our hockberry trees to get deberried for the season.  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://cancerstory.ourmutts.com/images/CRW_8605.jpg">These</a> birds fly in (in the hundreds if not thousands) and eat all of the berries off of the trees in a matter of an hour or two.  They get so worked up that they almost constantly bump into the windows and I thought for sure that I would find one or five to snack on when I went out next.  But no, it seems that they are quite sturdy and all survived their knocks (which the boss man assures me is a good thing).  Either way, they left behind lots for me and Lyle to sniff.

Well, time for me to sign off.  The boss ma'am tells me that there will be muffins to beg for in a few minutes and I really do love muffins.

Have a good weekend and I'll bark at you all later.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Went to see my oncologist today</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/100378</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 7 Dec 2005 17:58:52 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hi all.

I'm feeling a little off tonight.  The bosses think it might have something to do with th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hi all.

I'm feeling a little off tonight.  The bosses think it might have something to do with the two rawhides I had on Monday, but I'm not convinced.  Either way, the boss man said he was grateful that I waited until we were home to get sick.  He said something about how we were both lucky that we didn't have to sit (or nap in my case) in a truck that smelled like Monday's rawhide for three and a half hours today.

I went to Milford today to see my oncologist and get my next dose of dactinomycin.  She was happy that my bumps were gone but she was concerned that I continue to have bum troubles.  She said that if this dose doesn't take care of that problem, that she would then try me on something new.  We are all still hopeful that this drug will do the trick, but if not, we will be ready to try the next step. 

Well, that's all I've got for tonight.  I promise to write more tomorrow when I'm feeling a little better.  As always, thanks for all of your support.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Howdy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/99789</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 6 Dec 2005 06:45:56 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well, friends, can you believe that in five days, I'll have been writing to you for a whole year?  I ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, friends, can you believe that in five days, I'll have been writing to you for a whole year?  It has been a good year.  I've met so many new friends!  And from all over the country and the world!  Of course, I've had some bad days, but most days were very good.  I am certain that I can thank all of the prayers and support from my friends and family for that.  I'm a lucky dog indeed.
So I head back to Milford tomorrow for my next appointment with the oncologist.  She is going to evaluate my response to my latest drug and she is going to let me know what the next step is.  If she is happy enough with results (good except for my wee fluff side), then I'll be getting the dactinomycin every other week for a while (but at my home vet clinic).  If not, well, I guess we will just have to wait and see.  I'll let you all know tomorrow.
Well, I'm about due for my midmorning nap.  I've been very busy the last few weeks being the perfect hostess which can really tire a dog out.  Have a great day and I'll bark at you all tomorrow.
Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Let the shopping (for me) begin!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/96403</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 25 Nov 2005 08:14:14 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I hope you all had as good of a Thanksgiving as I did.  The bosses (and especially the boss ma'am) r ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I hope you all had as good of a Thanksgiving as I did.  The bosses (and especially the boss ma'am) really did a nice job preparing a feast for me and Lyle.  There was turkey (Mmm, turkey), sweet potatoes (Mmm, sweet potatoes), spinach (Mmm, cheesy spinach), grits (Mmm, cheesy goodness), salad (waste of tum space - I didn't bother), oatmeal rolls (Mmm, bread), pumpkin roll (Mmm, pumkin with cream cheese frosting), ice cream (Mmm, creamy peanut butter goodness).  Not to mention appetizers.  Plus I had four guests over so my begging was especially effective.  Wow.  What a good day that was. 

Well, I have to make it short today, but I just wanted to give you all an update on my progress.  Since my last injection on Tuesday, my lymph nodes have disappeared, my tusks are pretty much gone and my bum is getting better (but still isn't quite back to normal).   I really appreciate all of the prayers and support that you have all given me in helping me though this latest round!

Well, I have to sign off now.  It seems that typing at the computer isn't generally regarded as one of the ways for me to be a good hostess.  Have a great weekend and I'll bark at you later.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/95958</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 23 Nov 2005 17:05:23 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hi everyone.

As I promised in my Dogster diary entry yesterday, I'm going to expand a bit on my t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hi everyone.

As I promised in my Dogster diary entry yesterday, I'm going to expand a bit on my trip to see Dr. Harris in Milford, OH.  

Well, as I mentioned, I am now on a new drug.  Dactinomycin is a toxic antineoplastic drug C62H86N12O16 of the actinomycin group.  The biggest thing about is is that if it works for me, I can take it indefinitely without any likely side effects so that this spooty cancer stays in remission.  And let me tell you, that would be one heck of a good Christmas gift.  So far the boss ma'am says that my bumps are down a little and I am definitely less teary-eyed than I've been lately (another recent symptom but I hadn't mentioned it before).

Also, while we were there, the bosses asked Dr. Harris about the benefits of putting me on the N/D diet and thankfully, she didn't think that it was necessary to switch me off of C/D.  I can't tell you how grateful I was to hear that because if I had to switch, that would be all that I could eat and a life without biscuits, rawhide, ice cream, bread, steak, chicken, etc would be no life at all.  

Speaking of food, I can't wait for tomorrow.  There is going to be so much good food.  The bosses have been cooking for a couple of days now and I can only believe that they and our guests will feed me some of it.  But if not I have a backup plan, I'll just jump up on their lap and help myself.   Mmm, turkey.  Mmm, sweet potato casserole.  Mmm, bread.  Mmm, salad - wait, not tomorrow, to many other things I'll need to save room for.  Mmm, pumpkin cake roll.  Mmm, peanut butter cup ice cream.  I could go on and on but I'm just making myself hungry and I don't want to short out the keyboard with my drool.  Suffice it to say I am planning on eating well.


One last thing that I've been meaning to bark about.  I wanted to say thank you to Seth and his alpha dogs.  They gave me this wonderful travel bag to take when I go on my visits to the vet.  It has a super soft blanket, a little bear, a pretty new leash.  Also, they packed it with biscuits, tasty canned food, rawhides and a picture frame.  They are so thoughtful!  I just love it and my new blanket is just about as soft as you can image.

Well, I'll have to sign off now so that I can to prepare for my guests.  The boss man's parents are coming for the weekend and I need to rest before they arrive so that I can give them a proper greeting.  They would have been here already, but as I'm sure you all know, driving through Chicago can be a miserable experience.  It was three hours miserable for them today.

I hope you all have a very happy Thanksgiving.  I am so grateful for all of you.  You are my very good friends.

TTFN,

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I want a new drug (remix)</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/95627</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 22 Nov 2005 15:12:15 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hi all.

Thanks again for all of your prayers and support!  I tell you I have the world's best fri ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hi all.

Thanks again for all of your prayers and support!  I tell you I have the world's best friends!

I'm back from seeing my oncologist in Milford.  She put me on yet another drug to see how it works for me.  She said that if it works well, it is a drug that I can keep taking so that the spooty old cancer doesn't get a chance to come back.   A dog can only hope...  

My pack and I should know by Turkey day if it is going to kill off those evil cells.  The other good news about it is that it shouldn't come with any significant side effects.  

Well, I've got to run (dinner time and all), but I promise to bark more about my visit tomorrow.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Prednisone - The Hungry-Maker</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/94633</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 19 Nov 2005 06:20:48 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Once again I am overwhelmed by the love and support that all of my pup pals have shown me.  It isn't ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Once again I am overwhelmed by the love and support that all of my pup pals have shown me.  It isn't that I don't know that they are a great pack of dogs (because I do) it is more really that so many would take a bit of time out of their busy day to say a prayer for me, write me or leave me a rosette.  I am really touched.  And I haven't even made it to the forums yet to read the notes that I've been told were left for me there.  I'm sure they will make me a bit teary-eyed and I am not ready for that.

So, I'm sure you are wondering what the oncologist had to say.  Well, even though she didn't have any time on her schedule until December 9, 2005, she was concerned enough that she squeezed me in on Tuesday, November 29, 2005.  Also, as of yesterday, I'm on the hungry-maker again.  20 mg of Prednisone every day until I see her.  Probably.  Maybe longer.  One thing is for sure, the bosses had probably better plan on an extra 10 pounds on their turkey on Thanksgiving just to take care of my needs!

The other thing I thought I'd mention today is that I've decided to <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://cancerstory.ourmutts.com/images/IMG_0385.jpg">grow tusks</a>.  Not so much like boar tusks.  Maybe more like a rhinoceros' horn.  They are small now, but hey, you have to start somewhere.

Well, I'm off now.  A dog on prednisone can't really afford to waste a lot of valuable begging time at the computer.  Have a great weekend!

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Spooty, Spooty Cancer</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/93675</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 16 Nov 2005 06:12:10 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Okay, I'm officially tired of the &quot;Cancer Story.&quot;   What I want is to start writing is something mor ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Okay, I'm officially tired of the "Cancer Story."   What I want is to start writing is something more like "Cancer-Free Good Dog Story."

Spooty, Spooty cancer!

Or maybe I'd write "Annals of Equine Dentistry."  I'm thinking that there might be a lot to write about that.


Or better yet, I could write about the exciting life of Little Bit, cake tester.  I could do a daily feature on the kind of cake that I get to eat each and every day.  Oh, and I'd do something like a Two for Tuesdays and a Three for Thursdays feature.  I can see it now....  My theme song for the series could go something like this... Little Bitlit, rolling down the street.  Little Bitlit, all cakes she likes to eat.  Little Bitlit, won't you share some cake with me?

But no.

I am destined to write Cancer Story.

Today the boss man was going to call Dr. Hathorn and tell her that I had an enlarged lymph node.  Instead, Dr. Hathorn called to say that the biopsy results are in and that they are indeed cancer.  It might not sound like much, but we were hoping that the lymph nodes were pushing against the bum causing my trouble instead of the bum being involved in it's own way.  It might not mean anything worse for me but one thing is certain, I'll be going back to Milford to see Dr. Harris. 

Spooty, Spooty cancer!

The boss man put in a call to her office but they were not able to set up the appointment until Dr. Harris got there so we don't know when I'll be going yet.   I'll keep you all informed.

Well, I've got to go now.  The boss ma'am wants to clean my ears.  Oh, the fun never stops for Little Bit.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Thank you veterans!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/92719</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 13 Nov 2005 12:48:58 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>First things first.  Happy Veteran's Day!  Okay, I know I'm a couple of days late but it still neede ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ First things first.  Happy Veteran's Day!  Okay, I know I'm a couple of days late but it still needed to be said.  I appreciate all of the hard work that our current and past military workers have put in on our behalf.  Thank you!

When last I barked, I mentioned that the bosses were a bit worried about me due to some unpleasant changes to my backside.  Well, I had my semiannual physical this past week and it was decided that, for my own good, they were going to schedule me in on Friday to have some biopsies taken (hence the late Veteran's Day wishes). 

Well, I'll have to admit, it wasn't as big a deal as I thought it would be.  Sure they drugged me, but I was home by lunch time and I didn't even miss a meal.  I was a bit sleepy afterwards, but hey, I'm a dog, I like to take naps, so that wasn't a big deal either.  So now we wait a week or so to get the results.  We are not expecting to find anything abnormal in the samples that they took and assuming that, we will continue to wait until the bosses can feel some enlarged lymph nodes before taking me to see my oncologist again.  

Not much else new with me.  I've taken to howling at the phone if it rings more than three times or so.  The bosses think it is pretty funny because they are quiet little howls. 

One last thing for today.  I have to thank my very good friend Maria for sending the bosses home with some great new treats.  These particular ones are monkfish and sweet potato.  Mmm, mmm, good.

Well, I've got a nap to take.  I'll bark at you all later.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mmmm, Oreo Blizzard</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/91135</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 8 Nov 2005 16:51:49 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So, I'll get right to it today.  The bosses are worried about me again.  Specifically, they are worr ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So, I'll get right to it today.  The bosses are worried about me again.  Specifically, they are worried that there will be new bumps within the next month or so.  See, I'm having bum troubles again and I had bum troubles before my initial diagnosis and before my relapse.  I really don't want to go into any detail here so you will just have to trust me that the less that is said, the better.  But you can see why they might be concerned.

She was a gracious guest.  I had a nice weekend.  My pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://cancerstory.ourmutts.com/images/Oreo.jpg">Oreo</a> was here for a few days.  She seemed a little nervous at first but then she settled down to enjoy the visit.  Silly girl wasn't sure where she should sleep the first night and ended up in the closet!  Well, the next night she obviously was feeling better because she took the boss man's spot on the bed before he kicked her out.  We all had a good laugh at that!  But even then, she slept at the foot of the bed and didn't feel the need to hide.  The weekend passed by quickly and before we knew it, her boss ma'am was here to pick her up. 

And if the visit wasn't enough, after watching the Packers lose, we all loaded up the truck and headed to DQ!  Lyle and I had our own dish for being such good dogs and for making Oreo feel welcome.  Personally, I thought an Oreo Blizzard would have been more appropriate, but the boss man said no.

I do what I can for the sake of art.Oh, and I've mentioned before that the boss man is taking some photography classes.  Well, the boss ma'am is starting to worry about him.  She thinks he is getting weird or something.  Well the latest assignment was that he had to take a picture of something in an expected way and then in an unexpected way.  The point of the class is to help him learn to make his work more memorable.  Anyway, he asked me to help him with last week's assignment and I was only too happy to be of assistance. 

Anyway, I really don't understand what the boss ma'am is talking about.  Okay, maybe it isn't <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://cancerstory.ourmutts.com/images/LBhelping..jpg">fine art</a>, but I am fairly gorgeous even if I do say so myself.  (But it is okay for you to say too if you want.)

Maybe a little pigish but not weird.  So then he does <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://cancerstory.ourmutts.com/images/BossRawhide.jpg">this</a> for his unexpected.  Well, I don't know what she thought was so weird about this.  Granted, that is a rather large serving for one sitting, but I'd LOVE to be able eat my fill.  Maybe she thinks that he should have went with a chardonnay instead of a cabernet sauvignon.   But I was pretty sure that reds went with beef.  Well, what do I know - I just have water with my rawhides.

Well, that's about it for today.  I'll bark at you all later.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>In memory of Loki</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/88784</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 1 Nov 2005 08:40:14 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>As I sit here typing today, it is cold and rainy.  It seems fitting.

Terri Allard has a song call ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ As I sit here typing today, it is cold and rainy.  It seems fitting.

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://www.terriallard.com">Terri Allard</a> has a song called Borrowed Time.   It is a song about loss and how death is a part of  life.  As a dog, I don't often think about the eventuality that all of us must face, but from time to time, something happens that brings it back to my mind.  Today watching the rain, I listened to her song.

As you know, I've had to visit the veterinary office quite a bit in this last year.  I've been very upbeat through it all because every time that nasty old lymphoma threw something at me, my doctors and I fought back.  And I am happy to report that we are winning that fight.  

So you may wonder why I'm barking about such a weighty topic then.  Well, I've mentioned before that when I was diagnosed, there was another dog a the <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://www.animalcareclinic.net/">Animal Care Clinic</a> that was diagnosed with lymphosarcoma just about the same time as me.  While I never actually met <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=103299">Loki</a>, my friends at the clinic told me all about him and kept me updated on his progress.  Loki's people were busy and were not all that active in the <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com">Dogster</a> community and ended up moving away this summer so I never actually even Dogmailed with him.  Still, I felt a certain connection.

Well, yesterday when I logged into Dogster, I noticed that his page had been updated for the first time in a long while.  I was very saddened to see that on October 21, 2005, he made one last visit to the good people at the Animal Care Clinic where they helped him cross over to the Rainbow Bridge. 

So today I write about Loki.  And I say a prayer for him and for his pack.  May you be filled with peace.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Trick or Treat</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/88418</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 31 Oct 2005 04:40:02 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>BOO!

I'll be the first to admit it wasn't my idea.  I was watching The Angry Beavers episode The  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ BOO!

I'll be the first to admit it wasn't my idea.  I was watching The Angry Beavers episode The Day the Earth Got Really Screwed Up.  In the episode, Daggett convinces his brother that if they go trick or treating the day before Halloween, then they would get more candy because none of the homes would have handed any out yet.  Seems like a reasonable assumption to me so I convince my pack to let me put on my DOGZILLA costume for my walk yesterday.  It was a bit on the warm side so I was a little hot but I was more than willing to put up with the heat if it allowed me to score some tasty-tasty candy. 

She forgot to bring me Scooby Snacks.

So anyway, it seems like things are starting off a little slow.  I actually saw someone point at us and laugh!  Still, no candy.

Then we get to Oreo's house and they must have been waiting for us because immediately her boss ma'am comes running out to say hello.  Well, this is more like it, I thought. 

But then I realize my the flaw in my plan - I'm TOO CUTE!  It seems that she didn't want to run the risk of my passing by her house so she runs out to pet me without the candy (or biscuits-I'm not fussy) that I so richly deserve!

Well, I did get lots of attention.  And I do love attention.  And the weather was nice. 

Well, I guess the other benefit of going trick or treating a day early (even if I didn't get any treats) is that I still have today left to work my charms.

Okay, changing subjects here.

My Packers have lost another game.  I'm sad that they are off to the worst start of my entire life.  On the upside, if they decide not to press charges, they might have a new running back that they can try out.  From what I understand he did a good job evading tackles from the security guards which is a good start anyway.   Oh and of course the other upside is that I had some RAWHIDE.  Yeah baby!

That about wraps it up for today.  Good luck with your own trick or treating.  I hope you score lots (and lots) of good treats.  Oh, and that you share them with me!

Happy Halloween.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Don't tell Basil, but I think I got some of his rawhide!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/86058</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 23 Oct 2005 05:38:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Okay, so Basil's mom and dad came to visit.  They said of course that it was to visit the whole pack ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Okay, so <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=118823">Basil's</a> mom and dad came to visit.  They said of course that it was to visit the whole pack, but I suspected all along that it was me that they wanted to meet. 

Well, they arrived yesterday and right off the bat they made a VERY GOOD first impression by greeting me with some Scooby Snacks and belly rubs.  

So then the bosses help them unpack their car and they brought in these amazing baskets of goodies and a huge-normous bag of a little something-something that I love to chew-rawhide.  

Then they say how cute Lyle and I are.  Well, maybe a little too much time spent petting Lyle but that might be my fault - I probably should have sent him off for the weekend before they came to visit me.

Then lot of snuggle time.  And cooing over me.  Good stuff.

But then they didn't share their kringle.  Hmmm, I don't know what happened there. 

But then they did share rawhide.  Mmmmm, rawhide.  And they snuggled some more.  And said how cute I am.  

Well, as I said, things are going well.  I've got to run now because people are starting to wake up and I have heard rumors that there will be WAFFLES for breakfast!  It is shaping up to be a very good weekend indeed!

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Little Bitty - Now that's a song a dog can love</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/85037</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 19 Oct 2005 12:42:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So as I mentioned the other day, it seems that I have a secret admirer.  Well, his secret is out bec ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So as I mentioned the other day, it seems that I have a secret admirer.  Well, his secret is out because the song he wrote about me has been playing on the radio.  His name is Alan Jackson and he has a <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://www.alanjackson.com/home/index.htm">website</a> of his own.  I'd never heard of him before but he wrote a song called Little Bitty and as far as I can tell, it is all about me and it is a part of his Everything I Love album.

So I checked into that "What Happens in Gatlinburg" thing.  It turns out that the t-shirt store was just trying to make a buck or two adapting a slogan for their own.  There really isn't any such policy to prevent me from barking about my trip so I'll tell you a little more about my vacation.

Well, first off I have to say that even though I had a pretty tough year (as you may know), I don't really have all that much more gray fur to show for it.  Sure, maybe a little, but I thought there would be more difference. (<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://cancerstory.ourmutts.com/images/LB2004.jpg">2004</a>, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://cancerstory.ourmutts.com/images/LB2005.jpg">2005</a>).

I did a lot of the same things this year as I did last.  Sometimes I sat on the couch.  Sometimes I laid down on the couch.  Sometimes I was on the floor begging for ice cream.  

I also did a bit of campaigning for Lyle on the Gatlinburg Trail.  Yes, I know, not really his district, but there are a lot of vacationing Kentuckians down there (the boss ma'am co-worker and his family to name a few - not that we knew they were there until after we both got back home).  I tell you, that has got to be just about my most favorite walk in the whole world.  There are soooo many good smells to sniff.

Well, that's about all I've got for now.  I've been really tired since we've been back and I need to go take a nap so that I can be caught up on my sleep before our guests come this weekend.  I'll bark at you later!

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm back!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/83991</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 16 Oct 2005 07:09:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Where does all of the time go?  I haven't barked in half a month!

First things first.  Congratula ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Where does all of the time go?  I haven't barked in half a month!

First things first.  Congratulations <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=118823">Basil</a> for what I'm sure was the worlds BEST Chicken Dance!  And for his mom & dad too.  Me and the pack are very happy for them!

Well, if you are like me, then at least part of it goes by fast when you are on vacation, with my whole pack. On vacation, with my whole pack.  Two miles down the road and the boss man yells "Lyle if you don't stop that gosh darn whining I'm turning around right now..." Oh wait, that is something else.

As you may know, the pack and I went to Gatlinburg, TN this past week to rest and relax in the Smokey Mountains.  We hiked a little (the bosses more than me and Lyle), at a little ice cream (he, he), ate some taffy.  Read, napped, watched some movies.  Well, it was good.  It was real good.  

While we were there we learned that "What Happens in Gatlinburg, Stays in Gatlinburg."  I had always thought that that was a Las Vegas saying (all the sin and stuff that happens there), but I guess it pertains to Gatlinburg too.  Probably because people (and dogs) don't want to admit how much they ate while they were there.  But hey, hiking is good exercise right?  Well, I'll have to talk it over with my legal staff before going into any more details.  I don't want to violate any Gatlinburg rules.

So that is it for now.  I promise to write some more later this week and I might even be able to share some more vacation stories.  I'll also have to bark about this nice guy named Alan that wrote a song about me.  Maybe you've heard it.

Well, I'm off to go beg for some of those left over muffins from breakfast.  Wish me luck!

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Chemo free at last!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/80166</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 1 Oct 2005 08:05:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>How's it going Bit fans?  Long time no bark.  

Have you all gone out to see Serenity yet?  I was  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ How's it going Bit fans?  Long time no bark.  

Have you all gone out to see Serenity yet?  I was a fan of the <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0303461/">series</a> so I was looking forward to going to the movie, eating popcorn, Rasinettes, Dots, Mike & Ikes, and what ever else they sell at movies these days and watching some good action.  Turns out that they only allow "service dogs" at the theater so I didn't get to go.  The bosses said it was good though.  They told me not to bark too much about it so that I don't ruin it for everyone else.  Oh well, life goes on.

Which leads me to my next thought, My life goes on - without any chemotherapy, including prednisone.  Yesterday I had my last dose of prednisone and now after what seems like in forever, I don't feel quite so starving ALL OF THE TIME.  Now I'm just the usual LB hungry ALL OF THE TIME.  Yes, I know, the difference is subtle, but it is there.  I for one, am glad to be getting on with the rest of my life.  I am cautiously optimistic that I will never have to see Dr. Harris again.  I might have mentioned it before, but lymphoma wasn't any fun and I just wanted it dead.  Now that I am chemo free, I am a happy dog.

In other news, I was embarrassed for Lyle last week.  He made such a fool of himself <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://deepthoughts.ourmutts.com/deep_thoughts69.htm">dressing up</a> and stuff.  And he didn't even seem to realize.  He was all about, when do I get my treat.  And, I'd like double treats for this costume.  Silly boy.  Fortunately, the bosses realize that it isn't "fair" to just feed Lyle tasty treats, so I got plenty too.  Without any hard work.  I'm a genius!

Well, I think I'm going to get a little nap in before the football starts.  And you all know what football means - RAWHIDE!  Go Badgers!

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Hokie Pokie has &lt;i&gt;nothing&lt;/i&gt; to do with it.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/76794</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 18 Sep 2005 06:07:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Good morning!

So yesterday was Side Effect day for me.  It mostly isn't too bad for me and it hap ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Good morning!

So yesterday was Side Effect day for me.  It mostly isn't too bad for me and it happens three to four days after my Adriamycin injection.  

I had a bit of an unhappy stomach and I had a hard time getting comfy.  Also I had little energy.  But worst of all, food didn't taste good.  

Imagine how it would be to look forward to something so much (like peanut butter for instance) and knowing how yummy it is going to taste.  Then instead of tasty-tasty peanut butter, it seems like you instead got a mouth full of ashes.  That's kind of what it is like.

The good news is that it only lasts a short time.  By bed time yesterday, my taste buds were back to normal.  Oh, and I can't forget the best news about it is that it is killing cancer cells.  And that, my friends, is what it is all about.

Well, I'm off to mooch for some breakfast.  Have a great day!

Little Bit

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		<title>Anybody else with a recognizable bum?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/76587</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 16 Sep 2005 16:35:24 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>There ought to be a law.  It seems like if you get chemotherapy then you should have a window of at  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ There ought to be a law.  It seems like if you get chemotherapy then you should have a window of at least twenty-four hours before you are subjected to a bath.  Personally, I'd think that something like one hundred sixty-eight hours would be even more appropriate.

If ever I deserved a rawhide, I'd think it was tonight after having had such a long week.

Well, I had my last Adriamycin injection yesterday.  And if all goes well, I'll never make another trip to Milford, OH.  Or at least not to go see Dr. Harris.  She is a nice lady and all, she really understands us dogs, but well, you know, I just want to believe that the stupid cancer is dead already.  Adriamycin is a big gun in the chemotherapy world.  Hopefully it has taken care of business and I am cancer free.  

Speaking of Dr. Harris, she said the strangest thing.  She was talking to one of her employees asking if Little Bit was there yet.  Then she saw my bum and said, "Oh there she is - I recognize her butt."  Now I know I have a nice bum and all, but I had no idea that it was so recognizable.  

The rest of the appointment went well and afterwards, we went to Culvers as promised to celebrate.  It was about eighteen miles out of the way, but those miles were sooo worth it.  We sat on the patio so that I could be at the table too.  I shared the boss man's Double Deluxe Butter Burger basket (with fries) with him and the boss ma'am's Swiss and Mushroom Butter Burger with fried cheese curds.  Then, we shared some Just Drummy flavored frozen custard.  Well, Bit fans, if you have only had ice cream before and not had frozen custard (and not that low fat/low calorie stuff Kohr's Brothers try to pass off as frozen custard), then you are missing out.  The good news is that at the rate Culvers is expanding, they might be in your city soon.  Well, the boss man was rather stingy with his food, but the boss ma'am was so nice.  And no Lyle to share with!  More for me.

Well, that about wraps it up for the day.  I'm off to do a photoshoot.

TTFN,

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Thank you for my new Die Cancer!  Die! collar!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/76140</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 14 Sep 2005 22:04:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>You might recall that back on July 11, 2005, I barked about Butchie and Heidi and their Mom's genero ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You might recall that back on July 11, 2005, I barked about <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=139647&j=t">Butchie</a> and <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=139660&j=t">Heidi</a> and their Mom's generosity.  See, they sent me a beautiful Die cancer!  Die! collar.  And if that wasn't nice enough of them, they did it at a very difficult time.  See, Butchie was not doing well at all and we all knew it was just a matter of time before he moved on to the rainbow bridge.  And on July 20, 2005, he did just that.

Well, imagine my surprise when I received in the mail yesterday a new Die cancer!  Die! collar for the fall season.  It seems that Heidi and her Mom have been doing better and in fact, they have a new member of their pack, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=193226&j=t">Daisy</a>.  It was so nice of them to think of me!  If you are reading this, Thank you very much!

One other thing, Daisy can dance.  You can check out her Dogster page if you would like to see pictures.

Well, I just wanted to say thanks again before bed.  It is 1:00 a.m. EDT as I write this.  And if you know me, then you know it is waaaayyyy past my bedtime.  And I've got a big day today.  I go to Milford for my last scheduled Adriamycin infusion.  My appointment is only 12 hours away, so bedtime for me.

Have a great night (or early morning)!

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Better make it a double scoop.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/75423</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 12 Sep 2005 13:19:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Howdy Bit fans.

I have good news and I have bad news today.

First the bad.  The Packers didn't ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Howdy Bit fans.

I have good news and I have bad news today.

First the bad.  The Packers didn't start the season out very well yesterday.  Not only did they lose (which is bad), but more importantly, Javon Walker was badly injured in the game.  His doctors think that it might be a torn ACL but they will do more tests today.  I can bark from experience, a torn ACL is not good and the surgery to have it repaired isn't a cup of tea either.   I wish him the best of luck in his recovery.

Now for the good news.  I went to see my doctor today for my prechemo blood work.  While I was there, she did a quick exam and she said that I looked GREAT and the she couldn't feel any lymph nodes and that I was at a good weight!  Later when she called the boss man, she told him that there wasn't any significant change in my blood work from my test three weeks back.  All good.  I think I deserve some Dairy Queen for that news!  So now I am cleared to get my last scheduled Adriamycin injection in Milford on Thursday.  Die cancer!  Die!

Well, not much else going on here today.  The last few days Lyle and I have been taking our daily walks in the evening after the sun goes down.  It has been fun because a lot of people and dogs have been having the same idea so there is a lot for me to bark at.  I might have over done it yesterday, but I didn't have any lingering problems today so I plan to give it another go tonight.  

I guess that about wraps it up for today.  

TTFN,

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dangers in the night.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/74786</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 10 Sep 2005 06:17:34 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Do they really think they could sleep better if I was in my crate?

And even if I was in my crate, ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Do they really think they could sleep better if I was in my crate?

And even if I was in my crate, do they think that I'll be far enough away that they won't be effected by the explosions?

These are the thoughts that have been going through my head since 5:00 a.m. EDT.

There are different theories as to what may be the cause of the problem.  Sweet potato.  New biscuits.  Pumpkin.  New vitamin supplements.  Well, I don't know, but my theory is that while it may be the vitamins, it is more likely due to something lacking in my diet recently.  Like ice cream.  Or rawhide.  Or chicken.

Well, whatever the cause, let me tell you I have been duly alarmed every time it has happened for the past several nights.  On more than one occasion the boss man has had to take me outside in the middle of the night.  Oh, and before you ask, if I could have taken care of it before bedtime, I would have taken care of it.  It is all just so unexpected.  

The bosses say that if it were just the "event" that they could deal with it. See, the problem is that it frightens me and I have to scurry away (with honor, of course).  I need a little reassurance.  Then I'm afraid that it will happen again and I can't get back to sleep.  Today I continued to toss and turn (with a lot of groans the bosses say) for 45 minutes.  Finally the boss ma'am got up with me so that the boss man could get some sleep.  Then the boss man got up at 7:00 a.m. EDT so that the boss ma'am could get some sleep.  They are so worried about their precious sleep when it is my comfort that they should be thinking about.

So you can see why I might be worried for my continued slumbering comfort.  Well, okay, my crate is pretty comfy with a pillow and two blankets - but it isn't the bosses bed.  And we all know that is where I really belong.

Well, before I sign off, I thought I'd give you a quick Lyle update.  His shot has made a big difference and it doesn't seem like he will be continuing his transformation to furless freedom.  Or at least, not quite yet.

Well, I was up early so I think I'll go take a little nap.  Have a great weekend!

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>PSL!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/74345</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 8 Sep 2005 17:39:40 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>PSL (Poor Sad Lyle)!  For a change of pace here in the Kloth pack, I am the healthy one today.

As ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ PSL (Poor Sad Lyle)!  For a change of pace here in the Kloth pack, I am the healthy one today.

As much as we all hope Lyle will win his weight class for the Milk Bone competition (voting starts on September 13, 2005 - don't forget to see if either of us are finalists), he isn't looking particularly <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://cancerstory.ourmutts.com/images/PSL.jpg">photogenic</a> these days.  (Yes, I did enter too, but I'd rather he win so that we still get the Milk Bone prize and I don't have to do any work for it.)  It is allergy season.  Lyle's trouble time is around Labor Day and goes until the first frost. This year seems to be especially bad for him and today he went to see the vet for his second steroid injection in just over two weeks.  He has been taking pills too, but today that wasn't enough.  So again, PSL!

Okay, enough about Lyle.

One of my endearing traits is that I like to eat paper.  Sometimes I will just shred it up into little pieces, but other times I will try to eat it all before the bosses pick it up.  This evening I was looking for a little something-something and the boss man handed me a sheet of paper.  I got half of it down before he took it away.  Not nearly as good as rawhide, but I did enjoy it none-the-less.  Mmmm, superbright inkjet paper.

Well, nothing else really going on here.  Have a great night.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sweet Jelly Roll</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/73520</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 5 Sep 2005 15:19:21 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Happy Labor Day!

Hi everyone.  It has been a while since I've barked last.  There are lots of goo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Happy Labor Day!

Hi everyone.  It has been a while since I've barked last.  There are lots of good reasons and none of them are my fault.  First the boss man was painting and he didn't leave the keyboard where I could reach.  Then the boss ma'am was on vacation and Lyle and I were dragged to Nashville.  The bosses said that we were going to get to see the Packers play the Titans, but what they really meant was that they were going to see the Packers beat the Titans while Lyle and I were in the hotel room - a not very subtle difference in my book.  Then the boss ma'am had to make the schedule for the next quarter for work and was hogging the computer...

Well anyway, now I finally have a bit of time to say hello.   I hope you are all enjoying your holiday weekend.  I'm glad that they had the foresight back in 1894 to create this three day weekend so that I can spend it with my pack.  I'm also glad that the weather this weekend is sooo nice.

Nashville was nice.  We all shared some Mayfield Dairy ice cream.  Mmmm, Birthday Cake ice cream.  Possibly my new favorite flavor.  But there are still so many to try.  I'll need to do more research.  In fact, I'm planning a research trip next month.  

Still, the trip had it's downside too.  

I remember when my pack used to talk about my bella belly.  Those were the good ole days.  Now it is muffin top this, jelly roll that.  It is bad enough that they pick on my (very) slightly larger belly, but to insult my bella in a way that makes me want to eat muffins and jelly rolls, well, that is just cruel and unusual punishment I think.

Oh, and did I mention that I have a new favorite flavor of ice cream?

Oh, sorry, I guess I went over that already.

Well, I guess the only other thing going on is that I'm finally starting to taper off of my prednisone (A.K.A. the hungry maker).  I'm down to 5 mg every other day down from the high of 20 mg every day.  I guess that is a good thing.  I'm due to go back to get some more blood work on the twelfth of this month.  I think that my blood is probably just fine so I'll be heading to Milford for my last scheduled Adriamycin injection.  There is talk about getting a celebratory Butter Burger after (Mmmm, Culvers) so I'm actually looking forward to the trip.

That is all that is going on with me.  I'm off to eat a little something-something called rawhide.

Enjoy the rest of your weekend.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sleeping is better than working.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/71012</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 26 Aug 2005 05:05:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So, yesterday was my big trip to Milford to see my oncologist.  She was pleased with my progress and ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So, yesterday was my big trip to Milford to see my oncologist.  She was pleased with my progress and she gave me my next injection of adriamycin.  Here is a fun fact for you - adriamycin is red.  Most of the injections that I have received over the course of my medical history have been clear.  Red it kind of a fun color.  Of course to us dogs, that makes green a fun color too since we can't really distinguish between them.  

Oh, and I'm feeling fine.  No bumps, no chemotherapy side effects (well, I am a little hungry now that you mention it) - life is good.  Also, I'm down to 27.1 pounds.  More room for Dairy Queen I should think.

Today is the start of vacation for the boss ma'am and so for me and Lyle too.  I'm not really sure what that means for the boss man since he stays home with us most days anyway.   I can say one thing for certain though, we all sure do love having her home.   Still, it has started out kind of strange.  The boss ma'am got a call this morning at 3:20 a.m.  EDT and instead of telling that so and so that it was three-twenty in the morning, call back at a more civilized time, she brushed her teeth, put her day time clothes on and left the house.  That is unusual in and of it self, but it does happen sometimes.  The strange thing is that the boss man didn't go back to snuggling me but instead went downstairs and started painting.  Who in their right mind paints at 3:20 a.m. EDT?  

Me and Lyle just went about business as usual, by which I mean to say we slept like any normal pack does.  Well, after a while, the paint fumes must have gotten to the boss man because at 6:00 a.m. EDT (should still be sleeping as it is vacation), he drags Lyle and me out for our daily walk.  Well, I don't know what it is like in your part of the world, but on August 26, 2005 at 6:00 a.m. EDT, it is still dark here.  That should have been a clue that it wasn't yet time for a walk.  

Okay, so in retrospect, I'm glad that I got my exercise over with early.  Turns out, about 20 minutes after we were home it started to rain and the boss man says that it might rain for the next day and a half.  Well, I don't like getting wet, so I'm guess I'm glad that it is over. 

Well, I'm off for a much deserved nap.  Have a great day!

I'm on vacation, with my whole pack...

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What does your Buffy Coat Profile look like?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/69922</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 22 Aug 2005 06:44:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My trip to the vet today was okay this morning. They fed me lots of biscuits and sent home a doggy b ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My trip to the vet today was okay this morning. They fed me lots of biscuits and sent home a doggy bag to, um, share with Lyle.   

My blood work was good enough for me to get my next infusion. My red cells were low which we were kind of expecting since I have been less energetic on my walks lately. My white cells and platelets were a bit high, but that has been consistent throughout my chemo.   My Buffy Coat Profile didn't look anything like I thought it would.  I was expecting it to read something like, Little Bit's fur coat is a lovely combination of black, brown and white with a mix of distinguishing gray.  Her buffy fur coat is soft to pet, especially while feeding her with biscuits.   Instead, well I'll let you see for <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://cancerstory.ourmutts.com/images/BuffyCoatProfile.gif">yourself</a>.

So, all in all, good news. The boss man bought a doggy iron supplement to help get my energy up. My vet said that it tastes good, but I don't know if I trust her. I'd be surprised if she has ever tried it, but I'll give her the benefit of the doubt because she was right on about the pumpkin. 

Well, I'm off to take a well deserved nap. 

TTFN,

Little Bit

Addendum on 8/23/05 - Okay, she knew what she was barking about.  It does taste good.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Abstract art - it isn't for me</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/68777</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 17 Aug 2005 14:46:26 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I tell you, some of what passes for abstract modern art really makes me shake my head.  I'd provide  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I tell you, some of what passes for abstract modern art really makes me shake my head.  I'd provide examples, but I really don't want to offend anybody.

Still, with out naming names, I have to talk about my experience today. 

The boss man invited this man and his wife into my house today to play the piano.  For the better part of two hours Lyle and I were subjected to music (and I use that term loosely) that consisted of one note at at time.  Okay, to be fair, sometimes he would play two notes an octave apart.  Then his "Big Finish" was playing about four different chords going up the keyboard.  I couldn't believe that the boss man actually paid to hear him.

I did my best to bark along.  Especially when he was playing those high notes.  

And do you think that the boss man told me that my barking was beautiful?  Do you think he appreciated my music at all?  Noooo, he just closed the door.  Well, at least I can take comfort in knowing that my barking is rather loud and I'm sure that he could still hear me. 

So, my reign as Dogster Dog of the Week ended on Monday.  Let me tell you, it was fun while it lasted.  I had SO many rosettes and dogmails from people telling me how much I deserved it.  Well, I know that there are about 97,000 other dogs on Dogster that deserved it too, so I tried to be very gracious.  Except when I was picking on Lyle about it.  But don't feel too bad for him - when I got my celebratory ice cream, he got his own cup too.

I know you may be wondering how I'm doing these days health wise and all.  Well, I'm happy to say that my bumps haven't returned and I've been feeling well.  I never did get any side effects from the adriamycin, that I know about at least.  I have to go see the good folks at the Animal Care Clinic for some blood work on Monday to make sure that my immune system isn't overly suppressed.  If things look good, the boss man and I will be going to Milford again a week from tomorrow.  Not that I'm looking forward to it or anything like that, but I'm keeping my dewclaws crossed that everything is okay and I can get on with the business of cancer killing.  You know how I feel about that - Die cancer! Die!

Well, the last bit of news is that tomorrow might be the big day.  I'm of course barking about getting back to a four member pack.  Filipi is a nice enough dog and all, but I have a strong suspicion that some of my treats are being diverted to her.  And now that her Mighty Dog is gone (and no, she didn't share any) she is getting some of my pumpkin.  

Well, that is all that is on my mind tonight.  I'm going to see if I can't score me some of that sweet potato that the boss man bought for me.  My good friend <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=120893">Skye</a> told me that sweet potatoes are good eats.  And, well, you know me, if something is rumored to be good eats, I want to give it a try for myself.

I'll bark at you later.

Little Bit

P.S.  I've been meaning to add this.  Adriamycin is the trade name for Doxorubicin.  Doxorubicin is an anthracycline antibiotic with broad antineoplastic activity that is obtained from a bacterium of the genus Streptomyces (S. peucetius) and is administered in the form of its hydrochloride C27H29NO11·HCl]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I wish my boss ma'am would come home.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/67855</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 14 Aug 2005 13:35:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Sometimes it seems like the boss ma'am has to work all of the time.  I guess I'm lucky that the boss ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sometimes it seems like the boss ma'am has to work all of the time.  I guess I'm lucky that the boss man is so lazy and doesn't get a job.  He is here to feed me and take me for walks and outside and stuff.  Be he is no boss ma'am.  I love her.  

She does all sorts of fun things with us.  Just the other week she taught Lyle how to drive.  Let me tell you, teaching Lyle how to drive would be enough to turn anyone's hair gray.  Not the boss ma'am, she just smiled though it all.  (Don't worry, she put her seat belt on before they went anywhere.)

And when she is home, we are much more likely to go somewhere fun.  To the horse park or maybe to DQ.  The boss man only takes me to the veterinarian without her.  No where near as much fun.

Well, I guess I don't really have much else to bark about today.  I hope you come home soon boss ma'am.  

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Filipi's story (today's guest writer)</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/67631</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 13 Aug 2005 12:29:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hi Friends.

This is probably the last week that Filipi is going to be here.  She is tentatively s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hi Friends.

This is probably the last week that Filipi is going to be here.  She is tentatively scheduled to go home on August 18, 2005.  As a courtesy, I offered to let her bark in my diary today.  So, with that in mind, the views expressed by the guest (Filipi), may not express those of Little Bit or her pack.  


Hullo.  Filipi here.

Today I wanted to bark about my new friend CHICKEN.  We have spent a bit of quality time together this summer.  I'm afraid that I am going to cry when I have to leave him later this week.  It will be kind of bitter sweet really.  Happy to be home, sad to leave CHICKEN behind.  

We had so many good times together.  Like the time we sent Lyle to the future.  Or the time when we barked at the people walking behind the house.  Well, he squeaked, I barked.  He doesn't really know how to bark.  Oh, and I can't forget the many times he kept me company while I had a picnic in the back yard.  Mmm, Mighty Dog and Dog Chow.  Sorry I didn't share CHICKEN.  But the beautiful thing about our friendship is that you never minded that I didn't share my food.

He was also there to help me though the tough times.  Like when I got a bath.  And the time when my ears were cleaned.  And the other time when I got a bath.  And the time when my claws were trimmed.   And the other time when I got a bath.  And the other time my ears were cleaned.  Any the many times that my feet fur was trimmed and my claws were trimmed.   Yes, he was there through it all.

Well, it has been a good six weeks, as I'm sure next week will be too.  I just hope he writes to me from time to time.  And that Lyle doesn't destroy him.

Well, I guess that is all I have to say.  Thanks for reading.  Back to you, Little Bit.

Filipi

Hi Everyone.  LB back again.

Well.  I never would have guess that Filipi and CHICKEN had such a good time together this summer.  I guess you never can tell about some dogs.   I'm going to sign off for the day.  I'll bark at you all tomorrow.

Little Bit

P.S.  To Holly's pack:  We are very sorry for your loss and we will keep you in our thoughts and prayers.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The reach wouldn't matter if I had a ladder...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/67426</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 12 Aug 2005 13:44:58 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hidey Ho Bit fans.
It has been a while since I've barked at you so I thought I'd say hi.
It has be ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hidey Ho Bit fans.
It has been a while since I've barked at you so I thought I'd say hi.
It has been a good week so far.  Being Dog of the Week has its share of responsibilities of course, but it has had it's perks too.  Dairy Queen one day, Frosty Paws another.  New tasty, tasty treats from Petsmart yesterday.  All good.

Still, there are times when I am hungry (like now for instance) and there are no extra treats to be had.  Then, depending on where the bosses are at at the time, I will have to start my vigil until it is eating time again.  If the pack is hanging out in the office upstairs, then this is the closet that I have to wait at.  As you can <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://cancerstory.ourmutts.com/images/CRW_6970.jpg">see</a>, I am a LOOONNNNGGGG way away from being able to help myself.  And as if the door opener isn't high enough (too high really), you should see the shelf that my biscuits live on.  I'll never have a chance.

<i>Oh, tasty dog biscuits, so high on the shelf
Hiding inside of the closet
I'm not tall enough to reach you myself
So near, and yet so very far</i>

I do what I can, mind you.  I think that I am very clear in telling the bosses what I want.  I sit by my closet and give a soft bark to get their attention.  Then I point at where they need to go to get what I want.  They seem to be smart enough.  I don't understand what the problem can be.

Sometimes the pack decides to hang out down stairs (the main level).  That can be trickier because they are less likely to be in the room where my food/treat closet is.  Great if they are in the kitchen, because then I can again, be plain.  If they are in the other room though, then I have to get creative.  

Of course, there is the relatively straight forward "Come Here" bark where I just continue looking at the closet and bark really loud.  One of my favorites though, is to pretend like I'm protecting the house from the "big bad."  In this scenario, I bark like someone is coming to break into the house.  The bosses will usually come to investigate then I lead them back to my closet for my "reward."  A classic.

Well, as you know, I'm hungry.  I could bark on and on, but I really need to get down to my supper bowl.  Have a great evening!  I'm keeping my dewclaws crossed for some rawhide tonight!

TTFN,

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What a difference a week makes!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/66192</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 8 Aug 2005 15:39:57 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well, let me just say, after having such a lousy week last week, today things just couldn't be more  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, let me just say, after having such a lousy week last week, today things just couldn't be more different.  

The big news is that the adriamycin did its job and my bumps are gone.  Not just smaller, but the boss ma'am can't feel them at all!  Not only that, my energy level has skyrocketed.  I'm back to taking my daily walks, but I also have plenty of energy left to pick fights with Lyle.  What fun!

So like I said, life is good.

Then BAM!  My inbox is getting flooded with email!  And the first one says that I'm the Dogster Dog of the Week!  Can you believe it?  It's like icing on the cake!  Mmmm, cake!

Molly Golightly must be just about the nicest person that I've never met to have chosen me out of 95,683 other deserving dogs!  Well, maybe 95,682 - I probably do deserve it more than Lyle.   Thank you Ms. Golightly!!!!

Speaking of, Lyle couldn't really care less.  He didn't even bother to lift his head up when the boss ma'am told him the news.  The bosses are real happy for me though.  They said that to celebrate such an honor, I will get to go to Dairy Queen every night and have my own cup of ice cream.  Or at least that is what I heard.   Mmmm, ice cream.   Yeah baby!  Probably since Lyle didn't care about my honor he should just stay home.

Well, I've got to get back to my email.  Being Dog of the Week has its responsibilities you know.  It wouldn't be polite if I didn't reply to everyone.

Have a great night everyone!

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What an honor!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/66141</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 8 Aug 2005 12:13:42 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/66141</guid>
		<description>I'm Dog of the Week!  
I am so excited!  Thank you, Dogster, and thanks to all my Dogster pals and  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm Dog of the Week!  
I am so excited!  Thank you, Dogster, and thanks to all my Dogster pals and their packs who have been so wonderful--praying for me and helping me to get through this cancer thing.  I am feeling so much better and I have all my Dogster friends to thank for that!
I am truly a lucky dog.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My advice, avoid getting cancer!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/65464</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 5 Aug 2005 16:38:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>First off, I'd like to say thanks to Groupie Bob for sending me a copy of the first picture ever tak ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ First off, I'd like to say thanks to Groupie Bob for sending me a copy of the first picture ever taken of Little Bit.  The other day I was barking about my humble origins at the Charlottesville/Albemarle SPCA.  This <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://cancerstory.ourmutts.com/images/LBfirstphoto.jpg">picture </a> was taken during one of the visits the bosses made to me while we were waiting for my seven day waiting period to expire.  They never could have imagined how many problems I would later have, but I am confident that they would have chose me.  I mean to bark, of course they would choose me again even knowing what they know.  I'm just that wonderful of a dog.

Even as a <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://cancerstory.ourmutts.com/images/LBrawhide.jpg">puppy</a>, I loved rawhide.  Tonight as I sit here typing, all I can think is Mmmm, rawhide.  And also, Boss Ma'am, won't you please give me rawhide?  I love it sooo much.  I've always loved it sooo much.

And so concludes today's episode of Little Bit the Most Adorable Puppy EVER!

Well, as you know, I went to Milford, OH yesterday with the boss man to visit Dr. Harris.  She gave me a shot of Benadryl.  Boy o boy is that a sleepy maker!  Of course, she gave me that to decrease the risk of having a reaction because she also gave me an infusion of adriamycin.  If all goes well (and it had better!), the bumps should be gone by the end of the weekend.  Then starting next week I'll start tapering off of the hungry-maker (prednisone).  Thank goodness for that.  I'll go back to Milford, OH again for a second and third dose after three and six weeks.

So, after that, I plan to be completely cancer free.  My plan is to NEVER, EVER have cancer again.  It turns out that having cancer is kind of a bummer.  Trips to the vet, bad furdos (they shaved my leg even though I told her that I don't like the shaved leg look), feeling bad.  Anyway, you get the picture.  Cancer sucks!  My advice to all of you reading this is avoid getting cancer in the first place.  You'll save yourself a LOT of hassle and your pack a lot of worry, not to mention a bunch of money that you could otherwise have spent on a whole lot of rawhide and greenies.  

Speaking of greenies, just as I was getting hungry this afternoon (well okay, I was already hungry), the UPS guy comes and delivers my first ever package of greenies.  I've been reading about how wonderful they are from a lot of dogs on Dogster.  Turns out that they are really tasty.  But they are kind of like Cheeze-its, you have to get your own box ('cause I don't want to share).  

Well, that's about all I've got for today.  My energy is already starting to come back and tomorrow I plan on taking my first walk after about a week and a half of being on injured reserve.  That and if you are reading this boss ma'am, I'd sure like a rawhide tonight!

TTFN,

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Past times from my past</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/64766</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 3 Aug 2005 12:10:41 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Before moving to Lexington, I used to have a lot more time on my paws.  See, this was before the bos ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Before moving to Lexington, I used to have a lot more time on my paws.  See, this was before the boss man retired and devoted his life to making me happy.  Back then he and the boss ma'am used to work a lot.  He'd come home for lunches on long days, but still, I had a lot of kennel time and I needed projects to stay busy.   

One of my favorite projects was pillow destruction.  You might not think this would be a long lasting project, but after a while I would get a new pillow to work and so, it became a favorite past time.   One such destruction was documented.  You can see the photos <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://cancerstory.ourmutts.com/august_3,_2005.htm">here</a>.

And it wasn't just fun, but it had some practical use as well.  A pillow, or at least the cheap ones that they would give to me, tends to be lumpy.  Also, if you roll over, you could roll right off.  Not comfy at all.  But if you pull the fluff out, well, then you could arrange it to suit your own needs.  Much better.

After getting the initial hole open, which could take anywhere from a second or two on up, getting the fluff out becomes a priority.  Once started, you have to keep working at it until all of the fluff is out.  Unless of course there is food involved.  Then you should eat first.

And so concludes today's episode of Little Bit the Most Adorable Puppy EVER!

So today I am doing a little better.  Yesterday I started with the increased prednisone.  It has made a big difference.  My lucky seven is just about smooth again.  The bumps on my neck are smaller and are not bothering me as much.  My energy and my appetite are both up.  My appetite is actually WAAAAY up.  

So, not much else to report.  Tomorrow's my big appointment.  I'm guessing I will feel lousy afterwards for a day or three, but I'm looking forward to getting this nastiness behind me.

Have a great day.  Stay cool.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The early years</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 2 Aug 2005 16:06:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hi all.

I thought that maybe some of my new Dogster buddies might like a glimpse of my early life ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hi all.

I thought that maybe some of my new Dogster buddies might like a glimpse of my early life.  I thought they might be surprised to know that I used to be almost all black except a little on a front toe and of course, on my lucky seven.  So the next couple of diary entries will have some of that in addition to my health updates, which unfortunately, seem to be taking up more of my focus lately than I would prefer.

Back when I was a wee small pup of about 3 (six months to you two leggers), my bosses adopted me from the Charlottesville/Albemarle Society for the Prevention of the Cruelty of Animals, A.K.A. The Charlottesville pound. 

They chose me because I was just about the cutest dog that ever was!  Oh yeah, and maybe because they lived in an apartment and they had a 35 pound size limit.   Plus, I had the most convincing pound dog act that you've every seen.  When I heard that they were coming by, I stopped misbehaving and batted the most sweet and innocent dog eyes that I could muster at them.  Well, of course they could not resist and they put their name on the list.  See, I was a stray and the Charlottesville SPCA had a rule that strays had to wait seven days after they arrived before they could be adopted just in case they already belonged to someone else.  Well they were first on the list and seven days later the boss man (as I would come to know him) signed a contract saying that he wouldn't eat me or do anything else bad to me.  Let me tell you, it might sound a little weird, but I was grateful that the "Little Bit is not food" clause was in there.  You just never know about some people.

Well, since I was only 13 lbs at the time and they had had a week to think it over (plus a visit or two), I was immediately named.  No confusion like Norbert...or Lyle as he would later come to be known.

So anyway, the boss man packs me into this little crate and puts me in the back seat of the car.  He and the boss ma'am had apparently read somewhere that dogs should ride in crates when they are in the car.  All I can say about that is PUKE.  PUKE.  PUKE.  Or at least that is what I told him on that first ride home.  That leads me to my first picture.  Seems that dogs that puke all over themselves get baths.  I really wish I would have known that before that first car ride!  Well, as you know, I am not a big fan of bath time.  As you can see, I've never been a big fan of bath time.

So I get clean and sweet smelling and later soft and dry.  I was irresistible.  I got even by biting them.  Many, many times.  I had all of my adult teeth by then, but I also had the top two puppy fangs and I was good at using them to my advantage.

Well, that seems to have been a mistake, because less than a week later, they took me to get spayed.  They told me that the SPCA contract required it (lies I'm sure).  Well, when my vet called just before my first surgery (and I wish my only surgery) to ask if the bosses wanted him to pull out those puppy teeth, they said YESYESYES!  I felt sooo bad afterward.  It was then that I first learned that while the people that work at veterinary clinics seem like nice people, they sure can do some ouchy things to you.

And so concludes today's episode of Little Bit the Most Adorable Puppy EVER!

Fast forward eight years, one month, one day and five hours.  I'm doing okay today.  The boss ma'am spent lots of good quality time with me today after having to work late yesterday.  I'm feeling better than I did yesterday morning but I am really lumpy and bumpy.  When I stand up you can even see that my lucky seven is all poochy.  I might not be at my most beautiful on the outside, so it is a darn good thing that I am so gorgeous on the inside!

The boss ma'am talked to Dr. Harris today and she increased my prednisone from 10 mg every other day to 20 mg every day for a while.  She said that it would help me feel better and that it should help keep my tumors in check until I can see her for my new treatment Thursday at 5:00 p.m. EDT.  I'm not looking forward to the visit, but I sure am looking forward to giving this spooty lymphoma a good butt kicking!

Thank you all for your prayers and support.  It has been very helpful for me and my pack!

Well, it is already 5:11 p.m. EDT which means that my supper is already late.  I'll bark at you later.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The gamble</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/63787</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 31 Jul 2005 05:47:33 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>This picture  was made Friday night as I was getting ready for bed.  As you can see, my normally bea ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://cancerstory.ourmutts.com/images/CRW_6759.jpg">picture</a>  was made Friday night as I was getting ready for bed.  As you can see, my normally beautiful neck has been marred by the hideous tumor known as *@#$%&!$#@@*!$&@* lymphoma.  I know, that is very strong language for a dog, but, as you might imagine, I have very strong feelings about it.  DIE CANCER!  DIE!

Well, my 48 hour hope window was closed yesterday morning.  While the vincristine probably slowed down the growth some, that is about all that it did.  At best, there was a small decrease in my tumor burden, but I am afraid that it is starting to grow again.  My boss man will have to call Dr. Harris' office tomorrow to set up my appointment with her.  She had indicated that I should come a week after my vincristine injection, but the boss man said he is going to try to make it for earlier in the week.  As I'm sure you can imagine, my bosses are quite worried about me.

Speaking of scary, yesterday morning I decided to snub my peanut butter/pill treat.  I know it was risky.  I mean, what if the boss ma'am had just decided that I could skip my pills all together?  Then I would have been without anything.  But don't worry, my gamble paid off and the boss ma'am opened up a cream cheese container and put my pills in cream cheese instead.  It's not that I get tired of peanut butter, but sometimes a small dog like myself just wants a little variety.  In case you were worried that I have lost my appetite, I was able to choke down the following yesterday:  

Cream cheese pills 
Banana (okay it took two tries for that and I love bananas) 
Biscuit 
Lunch 
Cream cheese chemotherapy pills 
Biscuit 
Dinner with pumpkin puree (Mmmm, pumpkin) 
Ham (Mmmm, ham) 
Biscuit 
Ready Whip (Mmmm, whipped cream) 
Peanut butter pills 

As I reflect on that, I realize that there are a few glaring omissions.  No stinking rawhide and no stinking ice cream.  I'll have to work on that for today.

Today as I sign off, I want to again thank everyone for their prayers and support.  I really means a lot to me and my pack.  I also want to thank Nina and <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=120893&j=t">Skye</a> for the card and gift certificates.  I don't know how you knew, but I LOVE Dairy Queen!

I'll bark at you later.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Life is like an ice cream sundae... Mmm, ice cream - Cancer update 7/29/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/63444</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 29 Jul 2005 14:23:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Sometimes when life can be difficult, it is easy to lay around and sulk.  Sometimes that can turn in ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sometimes when life can be difficult, it is easy to lay around and sulk.  Sometimes that can turn into something darker and the more you think about it, the worse it gets.

When that happens, it is important to push those thoughts aside and focus on all of life's blessings.  I've had some difficult times, true, but as I've said before, I am a lucky dog indeed.

Of course, it starts with my pack.  I know that they love me very much and that they do all that they can to make my life happy.  (Well, on second thought, they might be- okay, they are a little stingy with the good eats.)  On the bad days, they are there to take care of me and comfort me.  And of course, the good days are great.  And of course there is my extended pack.  All wonderful really.

Then there are all of my friends.  As a distinguished dog of 68, I've made a number of good friends.  If my life were a sundae, my alpha dogs would ice cream, Lyle would of course be the nuts (He he) and then my friends would be the whipped cream and cherry on top.  They are so thoughtful and supportive.

Well, I know you are all wondering how things are going after my injection yesterday.  I wish I could tell you that the bumps are completely gone and that the cancer was dead.  The news is that while the largest bump might be smaller than it was yesterday morning, it still is quite large.  There is still hope, as the vincristine takes up to 48 hours to do it's work and that is still about eighteen hours away as I type this.   Still, I was hoping for an immediate and drastic change.  My bosses are worried too.

The bottom line is that it is just too early to know for sure. Either way, I'll be getting another round of chemotherapy next Thursday.  If my bump is gone, I'll be back on the weekly vincristine injections for 6 weeks, then the every other week and once a month.  Well, if you have been following along you know the drill.  If the evil cancer is still obvious, then I'll be taking that 85 mile trip to visit with my oncologist and I'll start on something new.  No sense speculating now, we will know tomorrow and the appropriate appointment will be made.

In the mean time, all that is left to do is hope and pray that my therapy will kill that nasty old cancer for good so that I can grow very, very old with my pack.  That, and snuggle with my pack.  They seem to need a lot of Little Bit time these last few days...

Thanks again everyone for your love, support and prayers.  

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Is it live...or is it Little Bit?  Cancer Story  LIVE!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/62818</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 27 Jul 2005 13:41:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I've caught up with my journal and from here on out, my entries are live, real time!

So, like I w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I've caught up with my journal and from here on out, my entries are live, real time!

So, like I was saying last time, the boss man had to do a picture for school that was supposed to be like someone else's work.  I said that he was going to do it like one of William Wegman's Polaroid photographs.  I agreed to help, but once he told us which one he was going to do, I told him "Smell you later" and so Lyle was stuck with it.  In the end, he decided to use Catty (2000) as his original.  
Well, let me tell you, that was not a good day for Lyle.  Not only did he have to pose for the picture (Ha Ha), but he had to have a bath to boot!  Ha ha ha ha.  That will teach him for rolling (well more of a scoot really) in unmentionables.

Well, after that, I thought that photo day was over, but it turns out that Milkbone is having a contest for a new face on their box.  Well, I was beautiful.  The picture on the right isn't the one we used because of the soft focus on my eyes (the boss says that means out of focus in photo geek speak).  Still, I was happy and it shows.

Well, I guess I've put this off long enough.  Not everything is happiness in Bit world.  
As you know, I have been getting regular bump checks to make sure that the evil cancer hasn't come back.  As recent as Monday (July 25, 2005), things have been good.  

Today, not good.  Not good at all.

Today the boss ma'am found a new bump on my neck.  And it wasn't a small one.  I did my best to comfort her and the boss man, but they are very worried about me.

Well, the boss man called both of my doctors.  After talking to both my regular veterinarian and my oncologist, it was decided that I need to start back up on the vincristine injections.  June 15, 2005 was my last one and it has been a nice break.  I really wish that the evil cancer would have stayed away for another twelve or fifteen years but I guess that wasn't realistic.  So, I'm off to see my doctorfor another injection tomorrow.  If the bump doesn't go away within a couple of days, then I'll be heading to Cincinnati to visit with my oncologist again.  

I remember how happy we all were back on June 152005.  I remember how we had ice cream.   Mmmm, my own bowl of ice cream.  I think tomorrow I should get another bowl of ice cream.  I hear that ice cream is good for pity parties as well as happy celebrations.  

Well, all of this bad news has made me a little sleepy.  I'm going to snuggle the boss ma'am now.  

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My boss's muse - Cancer story archive 7/21/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/61804</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 24 Jul 2005 06:58:41 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I've mentioned before that the boss man has been taking some photography classes.  Last week he need ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I've mentioned before that the boss man has been taking some photography classes.  Last week he needed the boss ma'am and my help because he had to to a <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://cancerstory.ourmutts.com/images/CRW_6420.jpg">portrait</a>.  I didn't really want to participate until the boss ma'am told me that there would be a little something-something in it for me.  Of course I had naturally assumed that meant a Cheeseburger Blizzard (Mmmm, double cow goodness), but I'm still waiting.  Apparently it just meant that I would get a little peck on the cheek.

Anyway, he finished that homework and now he has a new one.  Seems he has to submit a copy of some famous photographer's work along side of his own rendition of it.  He said that this time it isn't about being creative, but rather giving thought to how professional photographers meet the challenges that face them.  A mile in their shoes kind of thing.  

Well, leave it to the boss ma'am to help come up with a good suggestion.  (She is chalk full of good ideas you know).  Anyway, she suggests that since he has such photogenic dogs at his disposal, perhaps he should duplicate a William Wegman photograph.  With that in mind, Lyle and I were recruited to <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://cancerstory.ourmutts.com/images/CRW_5707.jpg">help</a>.  Here we are practicing the alphabet.  Lyle said that he can do "C" and "U" no problem.  With a little practice, I bet he can even do an "O".  Me, well I was thinking that I cold do a pretty fair "I".  Or maybe a lowercase "l".  I guess we will just have to see what he decides to do.

Well, I'm starting to nod off here so I am going to sign off to take a nap.  I'll bark at you later.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Bodyguard - Cancer story archives 7/17/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/61555</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 23 Jul 2005 07:24:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I think Filipi (or Smelly Belly if you know her by that name) is going to work out after all.  This  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I think Filipi (or Smelly Belly if you know her by that name) is going to work out after all.  This morning she was patrolling the back yard while I was inside enjoying a spot of breakfast.  (Mmmm, banana.  Mmmm, baby carrots.  Mmmm, biscuits.  Mmmm, cereal.)  Well, guess who should just happen to walk past my backyard.  

No really, guess.

For all of you that guessed Puddles, give yourselves a pat on the back!

Anyway, she has the nerve to walk by my backyard but only I'm too busy to notice because I'm eating breakfast and reading the Sunday morning paper.  Who knows what Lyle was up to, but either way, he has a spotty record at best when it comes to these things.

Well, as I was saying, Filipi was on patrol.  And boy o boy, did she sound the alarm.  My heart swelled with pride.  These last few weeks of training have paid off!  Not only did she protect me from the ever present threat of the D.A.W.G. Pound, but she didn't even get any of my breakfast!  What more could a little dog like me hope for?!?

So here's to you Filipi, dog (#2) of the hour!

I'll bark at you later.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Butchie, The Good Dog - Cancer story archives 7/11/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/61072</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 21 Jul 2005 13:43:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I continue to be amazed by the kindness and generosity of my Dogster buddies. 

Today, I'm going t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I continue to be amazed by the kindness and generosity of my Dogster buddies. 

Today, I'm going to bark about my Dogster buddy Butchie and his pack Heidi (dog) and his boss ma'am.  

First off, I have to say that Butchie is having troubles of his own.  He also has cancer and he isn't doing nearly as well as I am.  His boss ma'am has to regularly drive to see his doctor 80 miles away (160 miles round trip) to get his breathing medicine.  If you are the praying type, please add Butchie and his pack to your list.

Then, with everything that is going on in their lives, Butchie tells me that his boss ma' am wants to make me a special "Die cancer!  Die!" collar.  She asked me what my neck size was so that it would fit just right.  She made it red which suits me very well.  And she says that every time I ring the bells it is like saying Die cancer!  Die!  And not just for my cancer but other dogs too.  She goes on to tell me that some dogs sadly don't win the fight.  That is a fact that I know only too well.  Well, she says that when the bells ring, it means that another dog on the rainbow bridge gets their wings.  It makes me real sad, but happy at the same time.  I hope that some day people and dogs don't have to worry about things like cancer.

Thank you Butcie, Heidi and their boss ma'am.  My pack and I have you in our prayers too.

Little Bit
:=: :=: :=: :=: :=: :=: :=: :=: :=: :=: :=: :=: :=: :=: :=: :=: :=: :=: 

Sadly, I have to add an addendum to this entry.  Yesterday (7/20/05) Butchie lost his battle.  If you are participating in the candle vigil tonight (8:00 pm in what ever time zone you happen to be in), please include his mom in your thoughts.  While I know Butchie is now in a better place, it is always hard for those that are left behind.

LB]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>These are the dogs in my life - Cancer story archives 7/3/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/59942</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 17 Jul 2005 07:07:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Or some of them at least...

Okay.  So I invited this dog named Filipi to share my house for six w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Or some of them at least...

Okay.  So I invited this dog named Filipi to share my house for six weeks or so.  I thought some things would change, others would be the same.  As it turns out, she doesn't really have a lot of energy and she likes to lay around the back yard or in the living room.  No big deal there.  In the mornings, the boss man takes Filipi and me alone for our daily walk.  Since neither of us are in a hurry, that suits me just fine.  The Whigle gets to go later (when it is warmer) at the faster pace that he likes.

One thing I would not have seen coming though, is the alarming lack of road trips that I've been on since she arrived.

Now, I'm not talking about going to the vet clinic.  My next visit isn't scheduled for another three months.  (Hooray!)  No.  What alarms me is that I haven't been for a Blizzard since June 18, 2005.  And it has been great weather for a Blizzard treat!  Tonight isn't looking good either.  I don't know if it is her fault or not, but I sure hope that something changes soon.

Oh, by the way, if you are wondering how she is fitting in - she is doing just fine.

The other thing that I need to bark about is how great my friends Skye, Basil and their packs are.  They sent us a care package that included awesome bandanas and wormy toys.  They even sent something for Filipi too!  It was really good to be able to put a smell with their names and faces!

Well, that's about all I've got for today.  

I'll bark at you later.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Filipi speaks--Cancer Story Archives, 7/2/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/59803</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 16 Jul 2005 12:10:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hello.  I'm Filipi.  Little Bit said that I could write a little today.

I'm a good dog.  The new  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hello.  I'm Filipi.  Little Bit said that I could write a little today.

I'm a good dog.  The new people are nice, but I don't know what to call them.  Little Bit and Lyle call them the bosses, but I have my own bosses, I'm just temporarily reassigned.  I think that I will call them George.  

The Georges do things a little differently around here.  They seem to like dogs and they have been real kind to feed me and to walk me around the neighborhood.  Also, their friends sent me a wormy and this nice blue bandana.  Blue suits me just fine.

One thing that I wish was better was that I wish the Georges appreciated my hobbies.  I like chasing skunks.  It is fun really.  They said that I still smell and they gave me another bath.  I had two before I moved in.  Three is too many if you ask me.

Also, the Georges talked about putting me on a diet.  Said my bosses told them to.  I don't believe them.  I think I'm already too skinny.  I wish they would feed me more.  Man George did share popcorn last night, but not as much as a big dog like me wanted.

Well, I guess that's about it.  Maybe Little Bit or Lyle will let me write again sometime.  I miss my bosses.

Filipi]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I can admit when I am wrong - Cancer story archives 6/29/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/59473</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 15 Jul 2005 07:01:30 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Okay, okay.  I was warned.

I should have listened.

But I'm such an optimist.  It is just my na ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Okay, okay.  I was warned.

I should have listened.

But I'm such an optimist.  It is just my nature to expect the best.

Filipi (fill-eep-â), arrived yesterday without any problems.  Lyle and I barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked while she got familiar with our backyard before we were allowed out to meet and greet her one at a time.  

Right off the bat I knew that she had misrepresented herself.  She might have some lab in her, but she is just as much a mutt as Lyle and I are.  We think maybe if her fur hadn't been clipped, she would look like a brown golden retriever.  Still, she is bigger than me and I thought she might do nicely.

Well, let me just say.  Even for being 70 years old, I'd have expected a little more spunk.  It seems that her hobbies include:  Sleeping.  Eating.  Sleeping.  Taking short walks.  Sound like anyone you know? 

Well anyway, I thought I'd try her out for the day.  Well, let me tell you, Filipi and I have way too much in common to have a good working relationship.  Plus, this afternoon, she TALKED BACK to me.  Can you believe it?!?  I know I couldn't.

The bosses say that she is actually very sweet and we will all get along just fine once we get to know each other a little better.  I say, what EVER.  At least she hasn't tried to take any of my treats away from me.

Well, I'll keep you posted.  For now, I'm thinking maybe I should just skip this whole bodyguard thing and go back into disguise.  If you see a 25 pound Great Dane, you just never know, it might be Little Bit incognito.

Peace, out.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Happy Birthday Boss Man - Cancer story archives 6/28/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/59207</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 14 Jul 2005 05:08:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It's a very important day here at my house.  The boss man has turned 238.  He's older than Methusela ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's a very important day here at my house.  The boss man has turned 238.  He's older than Methuselah.  Hee, hee.  He's entering his golden years, now, so I guess I should probably try to take it easy on him.

More important than the birthday itself, though, is the cake.  Mmmm....cake.  I helped bake him a cake for breakfast AND a cake for later.  Can you believe it?  I didn't even get a single cake for my big day and already he has two.

So, anyway, as I was saying, I was very helpful in the kitchen.  I always am.  I help by sampling ingredients for freshness.  I have the most important job of taste-testing any batter to make sure it is fit for consumption.  I mean, what's the point of baking something that's not up to my standards?  If it doesn't taste good raw, it probably isn't going to be any better after it's baked.  I remind the boss ma'am of this by barking at her while the mixer is running.  That way, she remembers to let me lick the beaters.

The boss man argues that my reasoning is flawed.  He says that dogs (not just me) have very little judgment as to what we put in our mouths.  He thinks that just because I have been known to eat unmentionables that I can't be trusted to let him know if he'll like his cake.  This couldn't be further from the truth.  The information is all there.  It's not like I publish a review for anything I sample (but if I did, the breakfast cake would get 4 paws of 5), but just look at my eyes.  See?  It's easy to know when something is really tasty. 

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		<title>Naysayers say Nay! - Cancer story archives 6/23/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/59129</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 13 Jul 2005 18:51:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm not going to name any names, but I received some feedback yesterday that I found a little startl ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm not going to name any names, but I received some feedback yesterday that I found a little startling.  

It seems that some people, while looking out for my best interest, wanted to warn me that they seem to think that I might be in for a rude awakening.  They think that, perhaps, my houseguest coming next Tuesday, might be coming under the guise of being a bodyguard, but might, in fact, actually be working against me.  

First off, my source suggested that she might not actually be trained to protect and serve but might actually be a regular house pet.  Not that anything is wrong with that mind you.  An as for retrieving things for me, my source even went so far as to say that she might just be "a third mooch in the house that will scarf up anything that is within reach and her reach is longer than yours."

Well, I never would have imagined that!

I mean, hasn't she been instructed in the ways of the Bit? 

Not that this changes anything.  She still needs a home for a while and my pack and I can provide that.  And as I mentioned yesterday, I have given thought about the real estate issues.  But never, ever had I imagined that she might be competing for my tasty, tasty treats.

I guess this means that the first few days will be filled with intensive training.  I sure hope the boss man is up to it...

Peace, out.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A dog's work - Cancer story archives 6/22/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/58771</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 12 Jul 2005 10:15:33 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The boss man was telling me that I should stop lying around and write an entry today.  I told him th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The boss man was telling me that I should stop lying around and write an entry today.  I told him that it is his fault that I was so tired anyway and that maybe he should write an entry for me sometime to see how it feels.  He didn't out and out say no, so maybe he will...

Speaking of the boss man, he did the strangest thing today.  He told Lyle and me that we were going to go for a walk this morning.  So we go out the back door, which isn't all that unusual, but instead of leaving through the gate, he makes us sit still.  And he doesn't even give us any treats!  I don't really know what the deal was, but he said it was something about a <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://cancerstory.ourmutts.com/images/CRW_5645.jpg">"self portrait"</a>.  I thought if it was a self portrait, what the heck did you get me off of my comfy bed for???  

So it looks like Tuesday is the big day.  I'm getting a little nervous about it.  On the one paw, I'm looking forward to meeting my new bodyguard and I'm looking forward to the new level of protection that having a bodyguard affords.  On the other paw, I'm concerned that she might be one of those dogs that is allowed on the couch.  Now, you've seen pictures of the loveseat in my office so you know full well there isn't enough room for another dog up there.  And if Lyle wants to be up there too, when then I'll be on the floor for sure. 

I did think of another perk though.  I think she will be tall enough to reach things that I want from the counter.  I think that I'll probably be able to tell her things like "Please get that waffle off of the counter for me"  and "Won't you please hand that banana to me?".  I'm pretty excited about that part actually.  

Well, the boss ma'am is due home any minute now so I think I'll sign off so that I can give her the proper greeting when she gets home.  

I'll bark at you later (or better yet, maybe the boss man will).

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bark and the world barks with you - Cancer story archvies 6/20/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/58410</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 11 Jul 2005 03:44:56 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Wow!  What a good morning it was.  I almost barked myself out.  

First, it was trash day.  I've m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Wow!  What a good morning it was.  I almost barked myself out.  

First, it was trash day.  I've mentioned before how much fun that is.  

Then, the UPS guy came today.  Even better, my bosses were out at the time so I'll get to bark at him tomorrow too.

But the big barking fun was that there was a moving truck and crew across the street.  I know, I just barked about that the other day.  But this is the house next door to one that was moved into back on June 7, 2005.  The one that someone from Iowa bought last December and hasn't moved in until just today.  Maybe they were intimidated by my beauty and were building up the courage to live across the street from me.  I haven't met them yet, but that seems as likely a reason as any.  

Well, that is all I've got for now.  I think that it will be this weekend before my bodyguard comes to live with us.  I hope she brings a hostess gift...

I'll bark at you later.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Odds and Ends--Cancer story archives 6/15/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/58259</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 10 Jul 2005 13:08:57 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So, as you know, I've become a big fan of Dogster lately.  Lyle too.    We have both made some new b ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So, as you know, I've become a big fan of Dogster lately.  Lyle too.    We have both made some new buddies.  Nothing wrong with that...

And as you also know, Lyle is making a run for Congress, although, personally, I don't think he has the attention span to get him through the November elections but that is beside the point.  Still, Lyle lives in a happy place (his mind) and sharing that happy place is probably a good thing.  But something just happened to him and he just doesn't know what to think.

See, what happened is something he never expected.  One of his pup pals, Colby, told his cat Brady about his Congressional run.  Lyle has been a big supporter of cats - FOR DINNER!  Well, it seems that Brady want to make a deal with Lyle.  If Lyle promises to remove cats from his dream menu (he hasn't actually ever tasted one), they Brady would court the cat lobby.  After reading the email, Lyle clicked on the link for Brady's page and ever since he has been whining about going over to the "Dark Side."  It seems that Lyle had more in common with Brady than he had imagined.  Like their mutual love of CHICKEN.  Anyway, I think Lyle is going to have to take the afternoon off.

Enough of Lyle for now.

Yesterday I was barking about the possibility of getting a new sister.  Well, the picture is a little sharper now.  I still haven't met her yet, but in about a week or so, she is going to come stay with us for about a month and a half.  It seems that her boss man's son, who she knows and loves, will be able to take care of her while her boss man is away.  Except that he will be out of the country for about six weeks.  Anyway, it sounds like a good solution.  She will get a good "vacation" home and enjoy great companionship (namely me) then she will be able to be back with her pack.  I love happy endings.

And now for the moment you have been waiting for...

I NO LONGER WILL BE RECEIVING VINCRISTINE INJECTIONS IN MY FIGHT AGAINST CANCER!!!!  

If there are any evil cells left, Die cancer!  Die!  

The Prednisone and Leukeran will of course be continuing every other day for a long time (peanut butter baby!) for maintenance.  I won't officially be in "remission" until that is done early next year, but I have to say that the vet said that I was doing very well today. 

Well, I've already had a big day.  All that is left to do is:

Nap 
Eat lunch 
Nap 
Eat dinner 
GO FOR CELEBRATORY ICE CREAM 
Nap 
Go to bed 
And maybe a trip or five outside as I deem necessary.

Thanks again to everyone out there praying for me.  I appreciate your support!

TTFN,

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The bodyguard - Cancer story archives 6/14/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/57925</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 8 Jul 2005 18:25:16 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well, Bitlit fans, it looks like I am going to have a new sister soon.  At least for a little while. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, Bitlit fans, it looks like I am going to have a new sister soon.  At least for a little while.

The boss ma'am's friend from work was called up and is leaving tomorrow to do Uncle Sam's work.  Even though it looks like he is only going to be serving in Jacksonville, his pooch can't come with.  The boss ma'am is ironing out the final details today, but barring infection, she is probably coming to stay with us later today.  If she isn't healthy, the boss ma'am and her friend are going to have to come up with some other plan because in my immunocompromised state, I can't afford to live with an infectious dog.  Assuming the best, I am looking forward to teaching her about life in my pack.

Now, I know what is going through your head.  Maybe, just maybe, her coming to live with us is for a larger purpose.  Maybe she is coming to join our pack so that she can be my new bodyguard.  The position has gone unfilled for so long I had given up hope.  I saw Puddles again today and that reminded me against the ever present threat of the D.A.W.G. Pound.  I've been seeing a lot of Rocky lately too.  

First off, I will teach her to hate Puddles with the same passion that I passed on to Lyle.  After I teach her all about the ring leader, then I will go on to instruct her about Puddles' right-paw dog, Rocky.  

Then, will teach her about the dangers of trying to steal my food.  Oops, I meant to say, I will teach her other important ways of our pack.  For instance, lunch is promptly served at noon and dinner at 5:00 pm.  And how it is imperative that we reminded the bosses of the time starting  anywhere from 60 to 90 minutes before meal time.  Also, I will tell her about how it is only okay to lick a pack-mates bowl after they have indicated they have completed their meal by walking away.  

Also, I will tell her about how if she or Lyle scores some tasty treat from the bosses, that it is customary to share with Little Bit.  But that it doesn't actually work the other way around.  

There will be other lessons of course, but instead of typing on and on and on, perhaps I'll just write about them as she progresses.  Keep your dewclaws crossed for us.  The transition might be difficult for all of us, but in the end, if it keeps a good dog out of the pound, and especially an older dog, well then, it will be worth it.

Have a barking good day!

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I know they worry because they love me - Cancer story archives 6/9/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/57455</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 7 Jul 2005 05:57:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>False alarm?  Overly concerned alpha dogs?  Maybe.  

Maybe not.

So yesterday I went to see my  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ False alarm?  Overly concerned alpha dogs?  Maybe.  

Maybe not.

So yesterday I went to see my doctor.  The bosses were worried about me and it just doesn't do to have them fretting about me, so I agreed to see Dr. Hathorn a week early.  She did a thorough exam checking for signs of lumps and bumps.  Much more thorough than I would have preferred actually.  She didn't find any cause for my bosses to think that the cancer is coming back.  Still, there are those worrisome bum troubles (and I stand by my policy that the less said, the better).  The heavy breathing wasn't really high on their list of concerns.  After all, I am almost 10%  heaver than I used to be and that can cause anyone to snore.  

Of course we are happy that she didn't feel any new bumps or lumps.  I guess all that we can do is continue the "watchful waiting" which, if you didn't know, is doctor speak for do nothing.  Well almost nothing.  Die cancer!  Die!  

I understand that my bosses are just concerned about me, but I think that even on my 140th birthday party (which is 12 alpha dog years from now), my alphas will be nervous that the cancer is coming back.  I love that they care so much about me.

Well, I have to sign off now.  The boss man tells me that we have to go for a walk now before it gets too hot.  Have a great day!

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>New barking opportunities--Cancer Story Archives, 6/8/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/57067</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 5 Jul 2005 14:29:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday marked the end of an era that began November of 2002.  Before that time, I would lie on my ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday marked the end of an era that began November of 2002.  Before that time, I would lie on my bed and look out over an open field.  In the long time since then, I've barked at countless construction workers.  I was awoken many, many mornings by the sound of the cement mixer being hammered clean.  Didn't they know that if they would have sprayed it out before they left they could have avoided all of that noise?  I also remember the day that the mixer got its payback when it grabbed the hand that had banged it so many times over the countless months...  I never did hear what happened to that guy.  So many construction workers, so much to bark at.

Well, as I was saying, yesterday it all came to an end when my new neighbors moved it.  If I were a pessimist, I'd say it was the end of an era, but being the optimist that I am, I recognize it as the beginning of a new era.  You see, the family that moved in has children.  While I had to limit my barking at the construction workers to 8:00 am to 2:00 pm or so that they worked on the house once or twice a week, playing children holds the promise of barking at all hours.  Or better yet, maybe they will wish that they had a dog of their own and will make up for it by feeding me lots of treats.   I haven't met them yet so only time will tell.

On another note, the boss man has been fretting about me again the last few days.  Yesterday he invited the boss ma'am to join in on his fretting.  Today he asked the vet to fret as well.  Sometimes I think that he has too much time to dwell on things.  Anyway, he told me that he is worried because the last few weeks, I have been breathing louder and louder when I relax.  Not while I'm awake, not when I am asleep, but more when I am in that Zen place between.  Also, there is that bum thing - but the less said about that the better.  Anyway, he called the doctor this morning and she said that she would like me to come in for a  quick exam.  The boss man told me not to worry though because it is the kind where she pets me all over and probably not the kind where she pokes needles in me.  All I can say is that he had better remember to bring my Naw'Somes!  That and also:  Die cancer!  Die!  Perhaps I've been getting lax about saying that.  Die cancer!  Die!

One last thing that I've been thinking about is that there is talk that I might have a guest soon.  It seems that there is a war going on.  This war hasn't been making the canine nightly news so I thought that maybe it was over already because the boss's brother-in-law has been home since last September.   Then again, I've never claimed to know much about the military.  I have two bum knees (not to mention this cancer thing) so I'm not eligible for service.  

So anyway, one of the boss ma'am's friends from work is being called up this month and his 70 year old black lab won't be able to come with.  Well, it isn't that I want to share my treats with another mouth, but I understand that she will need a home for a while.  There is still a chance that she might not come to stay with us, but if she does, I'll do my best to make her feel welcome.  I might even let her have a rawhide or two while she is here!

Well, I guess I've barked on long enough.  Keep your dewclaws crossed for me that I get some treats today.  Oh yeah, and that the cancer is not coming back too.

Peace, out.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's a hard day's night - Cancer story archives 6/3/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/56460</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 3 Jul 2005 04:05:51 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So, earlier this afternoon, the boss man tells me that just for the afternoon, he'd like to change p ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So, earlier this afternoon, the boss man tells me that just for the afternoon, he'd like to change places with me.  It seems that he wasn't really looking forward to cleaning the house and would rather lay around napping the afternoon away.  As if that is what I do all day!

I tried to tell him just how important my dog work is, but I could tell that he didn't really understand what I was barking about.  He just took me outside as if he thought I had to pee or something...

Which isn't to say that being a dog doesn't have its perks.  Just this morning I had the nicest dog walk.   Oh yeah, then there was lunch.  Lunch is definitely my mid-day highlight!   Then, just before he left, I had a biscuit.  That was good too.  Then I had the best nap.  I dreamed that I was a big dog and that I had PILES of bones all around me and nothing to do but eat...

Well, I'll have to keep it short today.  The construction guys across the street are out and I've got a little something that I want to tell them.

Bark!  Bark!  Bark!

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mmmm...hotdogs!  Cancer story archives, Memorial Day 2005</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/56289</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 2 Jul 2005 06:14:33 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Happy Memorial Day everyone!  And a big thank you to all of the people and dogs who have served our  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Happy Memorial Day everyone!  And a big thank you to all of the people and dogs who have served our country!  I for one, am grateful for all that you do!

Today was a big day for me.  I volunteered my time at the Lexington Humane Society's Mutt Strut.  I was on injured reserve the last two days, so I was a little nervous that I wouldn't be able to participate this year.  The weather was perfect and I wasn't at all too hot.  Also, my friends Ben and Baxter were there along with their alpha dogs.  I always get so excited to see them.

The walk itself was good.  There were a couple of times that I got a little tired so the boss man carried me, but that worked out well too!  There was this nice Chihuahua and his boss man that I met while I was being carried.   He had some nice things to say.  More importantly, he had cut up hot dogs in his pocket and he shared with me!  Twice!  He is my hero of the day!  I hope that I get to see him everyday!  Boss man, if you are reading this, you could learn from this guy!  I LOVE hot dogs!  

Well, I was going to write more today, but I am really tired.  I'm really hoping to get some shredded beef burrito today.  I've mentioned it to the boss ma'am twice already.  Keep your dew claws crossed for me that I get some.  Ooh, and maybe a blizzard for dessert!

Peace, out.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Thanks pup pals Basil and Skye</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 1 Jul 2005 08:27:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>You dogs and your packs are the greatest. ...</description>

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		<title>Silly boy, you make me laugh - Cancer story archives 5/28/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/56117</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 1 Jul 2005 08:26:34 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hi all, for this archived diary, you might want to check out the page on my website.

Don't get me ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hi all, for this archived diary, you might want to check out the page on my <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://cancerstory.ourmutts.com/LittleBitStory/May2005/may_28,_2005.htm">website</a>.

Don't get me wrong.  I love all of my pack - Lyle included.  But sometimes we pick on those we love.  Today is one of those days...

Lyle is a strange boy dog.  In the picture to the right, he is trying very hard to get to the tasty, tasty June bug (his words, not mine).  I mean, who in their right mind eats bugs anyway?  He says that June bugs are his favorite flavor bugs.  Strange.

And then there is this Congress thing.  He thinks that I am his "campaign manager."  Sure I told him I would be when he asked, but I was just playing along.  I think that maybe he really thinks he is running for Congress.   Doesn't he realize that that you have to be twenty-five?  He won't even be old enough until August.  But I'm no expert, maybe you just have to be twenty-five by the time that you are sworn in.  Also, he is a little thin-skinned.  I'm not sure that he could take all of the mudslinging that has become standard in these elections.  

As for his fashion sense.  Well let me just say, I laughed pretty hard when I saw him dress up for this one.  He, he, he.  Ha, ha, ha.

Well, Mr. Loo, I guess all that is left to say is thanks for all of the laughs!  You are my favorite kennel buddy and canine pack mate.  If you want to run for the United States Congress, I'm behind you all of the way!

TTFN,

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		<title>Training for the big event - Cancer story archives 5/24/05</title>
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				<pubdate>Thu, 30 Jun 2005 10:25:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today I thought that I might give you all a little teaser.  I was doing a photo shoot today (I'm in  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today I thought that I might give you all a little teaser.  I was doing a photo shoot today (I'm in high demand as a dog model), and I think you will all agree when you see the results, that I am adorable.  But I guess that won't really come as a surprise to all of you...

It has been a while since I've had a chance to sit down and write.  I've been really busy lately training for the Mutt Strut sponsored by by the Lexington Humane Society.  I'm entered in the two mile walk with my bosses and Lyle.  The big event is on Memorial day and if you are going to be in Lexington, I'd highly recommend that you sign up now.  You will get an ugly t-shirt (if tradition holds), but more importantly, you will be helping all of the homeless animals of Lexington.  In addition to the four mile race and two mile walk, they will feature a "pet fair" including K-9 police dog demonstrations, pet art and pet photos in front of the Keeneland racetrack starting gate.  It will be loads of fun for dogs and people alike.  

One thing I'm not sure about however, is if cats are allowed.  It is after all, the Mutt Strut, but on the registration form the checkbox is for "with pet" and not specifically "with dog."  I don't want to discourage any cat lovers from coming for this good cause, but I'm not sure that bringing your cat is a good idea.  What a riot that would be! 

Naturally, in preparation, I've been walking.  While I am not at my peak (sadly, chemotherapy has taken a bit of a toll on me in this regard), I am confident that I can complete the two mile course.  They are talking about a high of 75oF with a slight chance of thundershowers (a Memorial Day standard) for Monday, so I don't think I will be too hot.  Still, it would be nice if my bella belly cooler arrived before then (I can't believe it is still on backorder!).

Also, I've been trying to do some stretching every day.  Stretching is important for keeping limber. 

One last thing.  And this is uber important.  Don't let your alpha dogs leave the house without a big (really big) pocket full of dog treats.  And when you see me out on the course, don't be stingy with them either.

Well, that's about it I think.  Good luck with the big event.  I'm looking forward to barking at you in person.  

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		<title>Why doesn't my doctor hand out lollipops? - Cancer story archives 5/19/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/55593</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 29 Jun 2005 04:45:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I've never even heard of the Chordettes.  So how can it be that they are tormenting me so?  Are they ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I've never even heard of the Chordettes.  So how can it be that they are tormenting me so?  Are they the ones that are practicing voodoo on me?  What else explains it?  

For weeks now, on and off, I have had that annoying Lollipop, Lollipop song stuck in my head.  I've tried listening to other music.  I've even tried singing along to other songs.  Still, it keeps coming back to haunt me. 

Lollipop, lollipop
Oh lolli lolli lolli  
Lollipop.  Lollipop.

The boss man told me that sometimes the best way to get a song out of your head is to get it stuck in someone else's head.  

Call my baby lollipop
Tell you why 
His kiss is sweeter than an apple pie 
And when he does his shaky rockin' dance 
Man, I haven't got a chance

Good luck people.  I hope you have better luck getting rid of it than I did.

I call him 
Lollipop lollipop 
Oh lolli lolli lolli 
Lollipop lollipop.....

I hope you are gone for good.

So, yesterday, of course, was my latest injection in the fight against lymphosarcoma.  I was feeling pretty good after my shot and I wondered if maybe today I would feel a little off.  Well, let me tell you a little good news.  I felt pretty good today.  This morning was beautiful.  Sunny, in the 60s.  Slight breeze.  What more could a dog ask for (besides the obvious - food).  We went for a walk and it was very pleasant.  Before I was feeling good, feeling fine.  Afterward, I was a bit tired, but nothing to complain about.  All in all, I'm pleased with how my second to last injection went.  I'm keeping my dew claws crossed that the next one goes just as well. 

Not much else new in the fascinating World of Bit today.  That's okay though.  I wasn't really looking for excitement today.  We have had some nice thunderstorms this afternoon.  I'm not one of those dogs that is afraid of thunder so it has been kind of nice storm watching.  In fact, there is another one on its way.

Well, I realize that I might be rambling, which is a clear sign that I need to sign off for the day.  I'll bark at you later.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bark!  Bark! Bark!</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 28 Jun 2005 12:59:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Bark!  Bark! Bark! Bark!  Bark! Bark! Bark!  Bark! Bark! She's here! Bark!  Bark! Bark! ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Bark!  Bark! Bark! Bark!  Bark! Bark! Bark!  Bark! Bark! She's here! Bark!  Bark! Bark!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Just one more--Cancer story archives: 5/18/05</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 28 Jun 2005 07:51:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well folks, I went to see my vet today.  It was nice to see her and her assistant as it has been a m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well folks, I went to see my vet today.  It was nice to see her and her assistant as it has been a month already.  Time flies when you don't have to go to the veterinary clinic!  Today was a big one because I thought that it was going to be my last vincristine injection and also because I was having a regular six month checkup.  Some dogs only go to see their doctor once a year (or less!).  I can't imagine what that must be like.

Anyway, I thought that today was going to be my last injection, but the vet  said that I had to come back on June 15, 2005 for my last one.  As it turns out, the last every other week injection is not the same as the first once a month injection.  You can see how a small dog like me might have had her hopes up.  Still, all in all, I am feeling very well this evening.  But I can't be too lax!  Cancer is the enemy!  Die cancer!  Die!  I don't like you and I don't ever want you in my life again!  

Also, the vet told us some very bad news.  She said that evil lymphosarcoma has struck again since my last visit with her.  She told me that she lost another patient to it just two weeks after the initial diagnosis.  I feel really bad about that poor dog and its pack.  I wish they would have tried treatment though.  We told the vet that if anyone else comes in and has lymphosarcoma, that we would be happy to talk to them if they want to know what treatment is like.  Again, it made me think how grateful I am that my pack didn't even for a minute consider not treating me.   Of course, hind sight is 20-70 as they say (or 20-20 if you are human).  If I hadn't responded well to treatment then perhaps I would have had the opposite opinion...

So, getting back to my vet and my physical, she said that I didn't have to get any vaccinations this year because of my chemotherapy.  She also said that studies show that those things are good for three years anyway and the Commonwealth of Kentucky finally recognizes that and has eased their requirements accordingly.  Still, if you have a doggie cold or something, bugger off until you are feeling better.  My immune system isn't at 100% so I have to be extra careful for the time being.

Since my pack had promised me an ice cream cone after my last injection and I had had my face all fixed for some ice cream, I was a little disappointed leaving the clinic today.  To help cheer me up, my alpha dogs stopped at Great Harvest Bread Company.  Well let me tell you, I was in for a pleasant surprise.  Guess what they sell now.  No really, guess.  That's right!  Dog treats.  Yeah baby!  That doesn't mean they are off the hook for next month, but it makes me pretty happy in the mean time.

Well, I guess I had a lot to say today.  I'll let you know how I'm feeling tomorrow.  I was feeling pretty puny after my last injection so I am prepared for the worst tomorrow.  Hopefully I'll be pleasantly surprised.

Have a good day.

TTFN,

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Good oral hyiene starts with rawhide - Cancer story archives 5/19/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/54980</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 27 Jun 2005 06:21:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hi everyone.

The boss ma'am suggested that I talk to you all about the importance of good oral hy ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hi everyone.

The boss ma'am suggested that I talk to you all about the importance of good oral hygiene today.  I know, I know.  I've touched on the subject before (back on February 7, 2005 in case you are just joining me).  But back then I was talking more about how wonderful rawhide (Mmm, rawhide) is for oral health (I don't blame you, sweet rawhide, for hurting me).  Today I'm going to discuss the importance of brushing your teeth on a regular basis. 

First off, if you don't have opposable thumbs (like me), or even if you have them but don't have the coordination to use them, then you need to ask for help.  Don't be shy, bark up for help if you need it.  Being a part of a pack means that you don't have to do everything yourself (although it would be good if I could be a little more independent - say perhaps learning how to open the refrigerator).

Next, and this is very important, don't go trying to use the alpha dog's toothpaste.  Danger!  Danger!  It is bad for dogs.   You would think that poison for dogs is poison for alpha dogs too, but it seems that they have a talent for spitting things out that us dogs haven't quite mastered.  Not that we would want to, mind you.  I always say, if something tastes good, you should swallow it.  But I digress.  As I was saying, find a good flavored dog toothpaste (chicken or liver flavored are two excellent choices - Mmm, chicken livers).

Once you start, it is important that you finish the job.  Having a spotter here is helpful.  You don't want to be distracted by other dogs lurking around trying to steal your toothpaste.  If you are lucky enough to have two alpha dogs, use one to shoo away any competition.  Also, don't be distracted by any bright flashy things.  They don't usually come around during brushing time, but if they do, just close your eyes.

After that, I don't really have lots of advice.  It seems like biting down on the brush when they try to do your molars is a good idea, but the alpha dogs don't seem to think so.  Also, don't forget to do your tongue.   I'm a dog so I know full well where your tongue has been.  Trust me, it needs to be cleaned too!

That's about it.  If you are like me and Lyle, you might want to make it extra hard to brush the front "baby corns."  It is kind of a fun game.  

Well, I hope you enjoyed today's lesson.  I've got to run (trash day and all).  I'll bark at you later.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bad boss man.  Bad - Cancer story archives 5/14/05</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 26 Jun 2005 06:34:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm so upset I can hardly write about it, but I think maybe this is one of those things that it is j ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm so upset I can hardly write about it, but I think maybe this is one of those things that it is just better to get off of my chest.

Yesterday, the boss man was doing Dog's Work and was volunteering for the Lexington Humane Society.  (Adopt a dog.)  Since I am an advocate of such important work, I didn't really even mind that he came home 92 minutes past lunch time (well, okay, I might have been a little unhappy).  Still, helping raise money to benefit all of those animals is a good thing so I let it slide. 

After lunch, he was telling me about his morning.  He was telling me how he was working at a concession stand selling sodas, popcorn, chips, ice cream, coffee and hotdogs.  So of course, I ask him "Why didn't you bring me any hotdogs?"  Also, "Don't you know that I LOVE hotdogs?"  He didn't respond at first then he sheepishly told me about how there were some "bad" hotdogs (his words, not mine) that were thrown away.  

 

 

 
 

 

Sorry, I had to take a minute to compose myself again.  

So I had to ask "Were they burned into ash?"  I couldn't think of anything short of that that would make them bad.  He isn't that bad of a cook so I thought that maybe someone else was cooking.  Well, what he told me next was just horrible.  He told me that a couple of people (not even most people) were complaining that they were a little mushy.  

Well, you can imagine what happened next.  I gave him the what for - no, I gave him the what eight.  He should really know better.  I LOVE hotdogs.  I would have done all of my very best tricks for hotdogs.  Texture isn't even a small consideration to me.  I would have done all of my very best tricks four or five times over for hotdogs.  I would have made up new tricks for hotdogs.  

And he let somebody throw them away.  

And even if he didn't bring them home to me, he should have thought about all of those poor dogs that haven't found a home yet.  I don't know any of them personally, but I'm certain that they would have enjoyed them and that it would have been a very special treat for them.

But I am a dog.  And what is more, I am a good dog.  So then I did what I had to do - I forgave him.   I just hope he never makes the same mistake again.

Well, my boss ma'am is ready for snuggling so I have to go.  Have a great day filled with lots (and lots) of hotdogs (and other tasty things)!

Peace, out.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>True confessions--Cancer Story archives 5/11/05</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 25 Jun 2005 20:04:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>If you do a search for &quot;shoe&quot; in the iTunes music store, there are 150 entries.  And the iTunes libr ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ If you do a search for "shoe" in the iTunes music store, there are 150 entries.  And the iTunes library isn't an all inclusive library.  They only have some of the most popular entries.  

Now, just because other people obsess with shoes doesn't mean that I feel 100% sure about telling you this.  But here it goes anyway.  

I like shoes.

There I said it.  I feel better already.

I've felt this way as long as I can remember.  Even as a puppy I've always had this irresistible urge to put my nose as far down in them as I can and take a BIG, DEEP breath.  Oh, and the older the better.  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://cancerstory.ourmutts.com/images/CRW_4826.jpg">Here I am</a> checking out a new pair of sneakers.  I don't usually like to do that for the camera.  Just before this picture I had my nose in the most delightfully smelly old and worn out shoes you can imagine.

Also, when no one is looking, I like to sneak into the bosses closet and rub my ears in the boss ma'am's boots.  That's right.  Sometimes smelling just isn't enough and I have to rub my ears around in them so that I can bring a little of that joy around with me where ever I go.   

I love when other people come to visit.  Don't get me wrong, I love my bosses and I love their shoes (especially the boss ma'am's shoes).  But after I give guests the proper greeting that they deserve (or is that the other way around?), I like to steal away to check out their shoe offering.  You can learn so much about a person by careful examination of the shoes they wear.  Mayhap you should try it sometime.

So next time you come to visit, please take your shoes off and carefully put them out of sight so that I can check them out with a little bit of privacy.  Oh, and don't worry, I'm a very good dog.  I would NEVER, EVER think about doing anything to your shoes that you would be mad at me for.

TTFN,

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Taz</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 24 Jun 2005 11:01:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Wow.  Today I got the sweetest note from Taz.  It seems he came across my page and it was puppy love ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Wow.  Today I got the sweetest note from <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=125561&j=t">Taz</a>.  It seems he came across my page and it was puppy love at first sight!  And we like so many of the same things.  Mmm, baby carrots.  Mmm, peanut butter.  Mmm, food.

I'm a little overwhelmed at the moment.  I've never thought of myself as anything but a bachlorette dog.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Free will or predestined fate? - Cancer story archives 5/9/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/54242</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 24 Jun 2005 03:50:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I was out walking today, as of course, I usually do.  Because it was to get hot today, we went a bit ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I was out walking today, as of course, I usually do.  Because it was to get hot today, we went a bit earlier than usual (9:00 a.m EDT).  It seems that going early was a popular idea because we passed more dogs today than we have in quite some time.  Well, if you know me (and you should by now if you have been reading along), you know I couldn't help but to bark like mad when I saw other dogs on the path.  (My path!)

Well, when I wasn't busy barking, I was actually in quite a meditative state.  As I was enjoying the morning, I started to think about the age old question (in philosophy circles anyway) about free will versus fate.  

If you believe in God (as I do), or some other higher power (like some others do), then perhaps you have also wondered if we were born with a particular purpose in life. 

Take Lyle for instance.  I'm pretty sure that his purpose is to clean gum off of the sidewalks so that people (or dogs) don't step in it.  I stepped on gum once when I was in the process of moving to Kentucky.  Let me tell you, it was no picnic!  If Lyle had been around back then, maybe I would have been spared.

I think that the boss ma'am's role is perhaps, a little more complex.  She has important the important job of helping sick people.  Of course that is important.  But also, I think she has the secondary purpose of earning my kibble and the roof over my head.  Also, she makes the boss man happy and as I've mentioned before, that is really important for the whole pack's happiness.

The boss man is an easy one.  He is here to take care of the pack, generally speaking, and me specifically.  You can't see it in the picture (on my website <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://cancerstory.ourmutts.com/images/CRW_4755_edited-1.jpg">here</a>, but he is holding a tasty, tasty snacky in his right hand and he is getting ready to feed it to me (but first he is telling me what a good dog I am).  I'm sure that he has some other purpose too (after all he was already 182 when I met him), but I haven't determined what that might be.  I'm sure that it will be obvious at some point.

For me, I think it all comes down to barking, eating bratwurst and sleeping.  Oh, maybe eating other things too.   Also, perhaps, I am here to impart a little dog wisdom to the masses.

Well, it is getting late and I'm feeling sleepy.  Have a good night and I'll bark at you later.

Peace, out.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Do you ever really know a person - Cancer story archives 5/5/05</title>
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				<pubdate>Thu, 23 Jun 2005 03:47:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Bark, bark everyone.  I was reading up on the origins of Mexico's Cinco de Mayo celebration.  It is  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Bark, bark everyone.  I was reading up on the origins of Mexico's Cinco de Mayo celebration.  It is interesting stuff. 

Today Seth is back in my thoughts.  Not just because he is a Chihuahua and today is a Mexican holiday either.  No, today I'm barking about Seth because his alpha dogs asked if he could join our pack if something happened to them.  Well, of course we hope that fate never conspires to take his alpha dogs away from him, but if it happens, we would want to see to it that he has a good home.  As a member of this pack, I can attest to it's quality (or maybe it is a good pack to be in because of me).  Either way, I'm sure that we'd have fun together.  

That got me thinking, I hope alpha dogs everywhere have taken the time to make similar arrangements for their loved ones.  Us dogs (and other animals) don't like to think that someday our alpha dogs won't be there for us.  Still, it is important for us to know that if something does happen, that we will be taken care of.

I'll get down now.

I've known my boss man for almost my entire life.  I thought that I knew him pretty well.  

Yesterday, he did something that I didn't understand.  Not only did I not understand, but I found it very disturbing.

So yesterday the boss ma'am comes home from work.  And as usual, I get my typical reward for keeping the house and boss man safe for her while she is gone.   Sometimes the rewards are biscuits or they could be bacon or baby carrots...  Anyway, you get the idea.  

Well, Lyle is in the backyard.  He is happy.  I am happy not having to share my hard earned reward.  We are in my office and I'm finishing off some of those pesky broken biscuits (don't you hate it when there are broken ones in the box?  I can help!).  Well, then you will never guess what the boss man did.  He opened the window and tossed a biscuit out to Lyle.  I just couldn't believe it.  I looked everywhere trying to see if he was just pretending and really left it for me to find (which would have been a most excellent game).  But I think he really did it.  We had such a good thing going.  Doesn't he know that for Lyle, being in the backyard is enough of a treat that you don't have to give him biscuits?  They should ALL go to me!

I mean, really!  Why would he do that?

Well, I guess I've barked enough for one day.

¡Feliz Cinco de Mayo!

¡Bark!

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm a lucky dog! - Cancer story archives 5/4/05</title>
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				<pubdate>Wed, 22 Jun 2005 03:48:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Good morning all.

Today I was reflecting on the past six months.  

Of course, the first thing  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Good morning all.

Today I was reflecting on the past six months.  

Of course, the first thing that came to my mind was:  Die cancer!  Die!  It has been something that I say to myself many, many times over the last half year.  Of course, it was more often back then.  Today I only say it to myself about once a week or so.  These days I hope that there isn't any cancer left to hear me.  Still, Die cancer!  Die!  Just in case.

Tthe weather is much more agreeable these days.  Today there are leaves on my trees again and it will be in the mid 60s whereas back then I could see snow on the roof of the building behind me.  That is a big improvement.

More importantly, I am feeling much better.  As I've mentioned before, in a couple more weeks I will be receiving my last round of vincristine.  Let me tell you, I was more than a little nervous back in December pondering what was ahead of me.  Of course, back on December 2nd, I still hadn't been diagnosed, but by the way my alpha dogs were worrying about me, I knew that cancer was a possibility.  I had heard that chemotherapy wasn't very much fun.  On the other paw, I was also worried that maybe I wouldn't be around to see another spring.  Those are weighty thoughts for such a small dog.

As I look back, these are the things that stand out to me.

*My alpha dogs love me very much (but of course, I knew that already). 
*I have a lot of friends.  I'm grateful for all of the support that everyone has given me.   I'm also very grateful for all of the new Dogster friends that I have made.
*My pack and the experts that take care of me can no longer feel any evil cancerous bumps. 
*My breathing is back to normal (it was pretty hard there for a while). 
*My bum is back to normal (the less said about that, the better!). 
*My fur coat and my whiskers are not nearly as beautiful as they were before all of this started.  Not only are there more gray hairs, but my coat is much thinner and my whiskers have been breaking off and falling out (not to mention several bad shave jobs).  Still, I know that I have inner beauty and that is a small price to pay. 
*I am down one and a half teeth - I didn't see that one coming. 
*I am 2 pounds heavier - the more food the better is my new motto.   
*I don't have the energy that I used to.  In the last month or so I've had to cut back on my walks to about 1.5 miles a day from the 3 miles that I had been doing.  

Well, that ends my reflection for today.  All that is left to say is thank you everyone.  The past six months hasn't been the best of my life, but with your love and support, I have gotten through it.  I think, in the end, that I am a very lucky dog indeed.

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		<title>Boss Ma'am the Great - Cancer story archives 5/2/05</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 21 Jun 2005 05:05:41 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I know that I've written about her before, but sometimes once just isn't enough.  Of course, I'm tal ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I know that I've written about her before, but sometimes once just isn't enough.  Of course, I'm talking about my boss ma'am.  I love her for many reasons - and not just because she feeds me bacon, as some have suggested.   Of course, the feeding part is good, but there is much more.  Here are a few more things that I love about her.

After a busy day (or bunch of busy days), I couldn't be happier than when I snuggle my boss ma'am.  Well, okay, maybe if I was eating and snuggling at the same time I could be happier.

Another thing that I love about her is that when she walks with me, she almost never tries to hurry me along like the boss man does.  She always seems to have time to let me stop and sniff the smells.  Also, if she happens to notice something tasty on lying on the ground, instead of dragging me away from it, she will actually point it out to me.  Now that is true love, baby!

So if you see my boss ma'am out there, give her a treat to bring home to me.  Oh wait, I meant to say something like be extra nice to her or something like that.  But if you do happen to have a rawhide or biscuit or something, it would be okay for you to give them to her to give to me.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Doesn't God like Christian Rock? - Cancer story archives 4/24/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/53098</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 20 Jun 2005 05:48:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Remember how I was saying that we were having weather in the 80s last week?  Well, you can imagine m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Remember how I was saying that we were having weather in the 80s last week?  Well, you can imagine my dismay when I woke up to this scene today.  Yes, that is snow on the roof of the school.  It is 33F with 17 mph winds bringing the wind chill to 22F.  According to the newspapers, the TV newscasts and the locals (yes, I'm a local now too, but I have only been here a couple of years and didn't realize the history), it is because of the Ichthus Festival that is held a few miles south of here in Jessamine County.  You would think that God would be happy that a large group of people are getting together and camping out for a few days in His name.  Anyways, yesterday was the last day of the festival, so we are expecting the weather to get back to normal by tomorrow.

Weather aside, it has been a very good weekend so far.  On Friday, the bosses went out to eat with our friends Laurie and Dal (Ben and Baxter's bosses).  They invited them back to the house for some ice cream pie and I had a real nice time visiting with them (even though I didn't get any stinkin' pie!).  They ended up staying for quite a while because of the Ichthus thing.  The cold front came through just after pie time and let me tell you, it was a big storm.  I was happy enough to be in the basement with them and I was sure glad that I wasn't sleeping in a tent like those Ichthus folks.  There was the possibility for dime size hail, there was thunder and lightning and 45 mph winds.  It was something!  Needless to say, while we were all in the basement I got LOTS and LOTS of petting.  I was a happy girl.

So then yesterday rolls around.  The boss made me and Lyle go for a walk with him while it was 40F and rainy.  Oh yeah, there was wind too.  Not really my cup of tea (actually, tea isn't my cup of tea either - I don't like it).  The rest of the day was pretty nice though.  I snuggled with the boss ma'am while she was reading a book.  Then they went to dinner at some fancy pants French restaurant.  They didn't take me even though I told them that in Europe, dogs are welcome.  Well, they didn't believe me and left without me and Lyle (they wouldn't have wanted to bring him anyway).  Much to my delight, after a two hour nap, they brought my friends Aaron and Monica to visit for ice cream pie!  Woo, hoo!  Wait!  It was even better!  They also brought Seth's alpha dogs (whom I've only met by smell once).  Let me just say, Steve and Craig are my newest good friends.  Wow, they sure know how to treat a dog.  I just have to say that Seth is quite the lucky boy.

Well, that's about all that I have for now.  It is going to be a good week because the boss ma'am is on vacation and later this week, her parents are going to come for a visit (perhaps a bad omen for the weather though).  I enjoy their company so I'm sure it will be a nice visit.

I'm off, the boss ma'am seems to be especially vulnerable to my charms today and I think I just might be able to make her get me a Pop Tart.

TTFN,

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mr. Prudhomme, real man of genius - Cancer story archives 4/22/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/52908</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 19 Jun 2005 09:59:56 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Lyle and I were talking today while we were on our walk with the boss man.  Lyle was saying how tast ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Lyle and I were talking today while we were on our walk with the boss man.  Lyle was saying how tasty the robins and mocking birds looked today.  Of course, Lyle is crazy.  But anyway, as is sometimes the case with conversations, it took an unexpected turn and before long, we were talking about the genius of Paul Prudhomme.  We were of course talking about Turduckens.

Highly unusual you say?  Well yes, when most people think about Turduckens they think of Thanksgiving and Christmas holiday time.  Few of us would even know about them if not for John Madden's musing during an otherwise unexciting holiday game (unless of course the Packers are winning - Go Pack!).

But see, here is the thing, Lyle and I both love chicken and turkey.  We speculate that we would like duck too if we ever were allowed to eat one.  If you take the bones out, wrap them with andouille stuffing, how can you not come up with something that a dog would love?  Yeah baby!

Sadly, we realize that our dreams may never become reality.  We are destined to live life without knowing the certain joy that is Turducken.  Still, we salute you Mr. Prudhomme!  Borrowing a phrase, we think you are a real man of genius!

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mmm,Blizzards.  Mmm, Concretes.  - Cancer story archives 4/7/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/52651</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 18 Jun 2005 04:29:23 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hi everyone.  

I was thinking that I hadn't imparted my wisdom on everyone for a while and I was  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hi everyone.  

I was thinking that I hadn't imparted my wisdom on everyone for a while and I was perhaps, a bit overdue.  As it turns out, the boss ma'am has been home a whole lot lately (a very good thing).  Sometimes her schedule is a bit odd, but that is why the boss man doesn't work.  It is best if the whole pack can be together on those days and if he had a boss, he would be working while the rest of the pack was wishing that he was home.  Anyway, to get back to the point, while I've been having a great time, I haven't had as much time lately to write my memoirs.  I hope you all haven't missed me too much.

I know that I've talked about it before, but it was so wonderful, that I thought it would be okay to talk about it again.  So here it is again.  I love going for Blizzards at Dairy Queen.  Even better is going for Concretes at Culvers, but sadly, the closest Culvers is still eighty miles away and that is farther away than the boss man seems willing to take me.  Not only does Culvers have good frozen custard, they also have Butter Burgers!   Mmmm, Butter Burgers.   Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm.  Oh, and fried cheese curds!   Mmmm, fried cheese.   Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm.   And in case you are wondering, yes, it is almost lunch time.

Mmm, Butter Burgers.  

Okay, I'm done now.

So, in addition to having the boss ma'am home, the weather here has been very nice.  Today I got rained on a little, but there hasn't even been much rain lately.  It has been nice, warm and sunny.  I love warm sunny days.  Still, my pack is worried that I am more sensitive to heat and cold because I take steroids every other day (prednisone - not the muscle building kind that baseball players use).  Other side effects that I've noticed due to my treatment is that I am much more thirsty than I used to be.  The bosses say that is probably a good thing though because of my bladder stone problem.  But anyway, the bosses wonder if I will be able to handle the warmer temperature of the late spring and summer months.  With that in mind, they ordered me a really cool (no pun intended there) product that is designed to keep me cool when the temperature is warm.  The way it works is that they get it wet then there is some sort of reaction that keeps it cool for several hours.  But the really neat thing is that it stays dry on the outside.  I think maybe it is magic.

Well, not much else new here, except that it is lunch time.  I'll bark at you later.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The chocolate conspiracy - Cancer story archives 4/3/05</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 17 Jun 2005 06:17:21 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm not one to complain.  I like to think of myself as a good natured dog, actually.  I think that I ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm not one to complain.  I like to think of myself as a good natured dog, actually.  I think that I take what life throws my way with grace, courage and dignity.

Still, I can't help but feel like there is a conspiracy against all of us dogs in general, and me specifically.  What I'm talking about of course, is that chocolate is "dangerous" to dogs.  

Every dog that I know LOVES chocolate.  Every dog that I know has TASTED chocolate and lived to tell the tail (a little dog pun-not a typo).  In fact, dogs feel GREAT after eating chocolate!  Dogs don't feel even the least bit sick after eating chocolate.  Well, maybe if we ate a pound in one sitting, but still, people might feel ill if they ate more than the suggested serving size (a half of a pound I think) in one sitting too.

And don't get me started on carob!  Carob is NOT CHOCOLATE PEOPLE!  It is NOT related to chocolate.  It tastes NOTHING like chocolate.  Us dogs have an exquisite sense of taste.  Do you really think that we won't be able to tell the difference?!?  True it is brown - but I can think of other brown things that don't try to pass as chocolate either.   (Although I must admit, I imagine that the UPS guy probably tastes nice and chocolaty - bark, bark, bark.)    

The sciency types, when trying to justify their stance, say that we dogs can't properly metabolize theobromine.  Well, I say, fine.  Keep your theobromine.  It is your chocolate that I want anyway!  Really, what a silly thing to say.

I for one, am going to petition congress (or whom ever has authority over such declarations) to change the official stance on dogs and chocolate.  If you want to join me in my cause, send me an email at littlebit@ourmutts.com.

I'll bark at you later.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Walk this way--Cancer story archives 4/2/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/52300</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 16 Jun 2005 11:58:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Wow, am I pooped out.  I had such a wonderful, busy week...

Of course, there was Easter.  I was a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Wow, am I pooped out.  I had such a wonderful, busy week...

Of course, there was Easter.  I was a good dog.  I didn't get as many eggs as I wanted, but I don't get everything that I want (sadly).  The bosses went to the Easter Games.  I was so proud of the boss ma'am as she was the runner up.  Good work Boss Ma'am!

The boss ma'am was on vacation this week, so right away, Monday was off to a good start.  We didn't do anything special, but it was really nice hanging out with her.  She is my snuggle buddy, you know.

Then Tuesday rolls around.  The bosses didn't take me and Lyle for our usual morning walk.  I should have known that they had something special up their sleeves.  Or maybe I would have if they were actually wearing sleeves.  It was shorts weather, baby!  70F and sunny.  Ah, the way March should always be..  So anyway, here it was, 3:30 pm and we still haven't been on a walk, which is very  unusual for such a nice day, when out of no where, BAM, we are going to the Kentucky Horse Park!  I LOVE IT there.  The smells, walking with friends.  What could be better?

So then all of a sudden it is Wednesday.  Another beautiful day.  Maybe even better than Tuesday.  We didn't do too much, but we did have a very nice leisurely stroll around the neighborhood.  I wish today's walk was even half as nice.

On Thursday, I got to go for a walk with my friends Ben and Baxter and their boss ma'am, Laurie.  They are two of my favorite dog friends and it has been a while since we all went for a walk.  We had so much to catch up on!  And again, another beautiful day.  Although it wasn't quite as warm, it was perfect for those of us who sport glossy fur coats.

Then Friday, the weather took a turn for the worse.  Lucky for me, the bosses got me and Lyle walked before the rain started, but still, it was cloudy, cold and windy.  I wish the warmer weather was back!  Anyway, it was shaping up to be a very normal day.  Nothing special at all.  All of a sudden, BAM!  It is 8:00 pm EST when out of nowhere, Lyle and I are in Old Black (the boss man's truck) and we are heading out into the cold rainy night.  Let me just say, that was highly irregular!  Well, They knew what they were doing, because all of a sudden, we were in the drive through at Dairy Queen!  Oh, what happy, happy dogs Lyle and I were!  Well, needless to say, Friday ended on a good note!

Today wasn't anything special.  It started out okay because the bosses made some banana muffins for breakfast.  I love bananas and muffins, so I was pretty excited, but I didn't get very much.  Then they took me out for a walk in the cold, driving rain.  

Well, that is my week in a nutshell.  It was good, but now I am very tired.  And to think, I will lose an hour of sleep tonight.  I'll have to take an extra nap to make up for it.  I think I'll just find a nice spot in front of the heater to curl up.

TTFN,

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A walk in the park - Cancer story archives 3/29/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/51950</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 15 Jun 2005 06:01:26 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I can't begin to say what a great afternoon it was.  It was everything a small dog could hope for.   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I can't begin to say what a great afternoon it was.  It was everything a small dog could hope for.  

First off, we finally had a perfect day meteorologically speaking.  It was about 70oF and sunny.  Yeah baby!

So, in weather like that, I would have enjoyed any old walk - I mean who wouldn't?  But instead, the bosses had a surprise for me.  They took me to the Kentucky Horse Park!  Bark!  Bark!  Bark!  (Sorry, I couldn't help myself, I get excited again just thinking about how wonderful it was.)

Of course, the company was great.  My bosses were there with me and Lyle.  Also, we met up with some of our friends and their pack (Alaydas and Fynn).  (Sorry if I spelled your name wrong guys, I guess I've never seen it in writing before.)  

So then I found this really interesting, um, trailer to roll next to.  Rolling in good smells makes me so happy.  I'd call it a guilty pleasure, except that I don't feel a bit guilty!

Then we saw all sorts of strange things.  We saw a Zedonkey for one.  Who would have ever thought that a donkey and a zebra would even get a chance to meet, much less, have a baby together?  Unfortunately, he was a little shy and was hiding behind the fence.  

Then we saw some of the shortest horses I've ever seen before.  They weren't much bigger than Lyle!  Of course they had some of the regular sized horses too.  Wow, I had so much fun.  

Still, the afternoon did have its down side too.  We didn't get home until an hour past my dinner time.  I was pretty hungry, but I let it slide this time.

Well, I really need to take a nap now.  I'm really dog tired (he, he).

Peace, out.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'd rather not update my Dogster entry to include &quot;three-legger&quot; Cancer story archive 3/23/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/51694</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 14 Jun 2005 04:59:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>If you're hungry and you know it, bark real loud.
If you're hungry and you know it, bark real loud. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ If you're hungry and you know it, bark real loud.
If you're hungry and you know it, bark real loud.
If you're hungry and you know it, then you're pack should really know it.
If you're hungry and you know it, bark real loud.

Hi all, just a little song that came to me today.  No particular reason...  Oh wait, that's right, it came to me because I am really hungry today. 

Sure you might be thinking to yourself, Little Bit is always hungry.  Sadly, you would be right.  Her pack never feeds her enough food.  But today, the grumble seems especially loud from my bella belly.  

And desperate times call for desperate measures.  I'm afraid that I'm going to have to eat my foot.  Don't get me wrong, I'll miss it and all, but if I bark loud enough, I think I can convince my pack to carry me around.  After all, they will think that if they had only fed me more, this would never have happened.  Of course, if they read this in time, maybe they will get the hint and just FEED ME already.  I mean, jeepers, can't they spot me twenty-three minutes?  Ooh-ooh, twenty-two minutes.  Don't they love me?  Woe is me.  

Good news everyone!  I think that the boss man finally got the message.  He is heading in the right direction!  Got to go!

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		<title>No bad dogs here! - Cancer story archives 3/15/05</title>
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				<pubdate>Mon, 13 Jun 2005 15:49:53 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The Soothsayer says &quot;Beware the ides of March.&quot;  While it is possible that he was talking to Julius  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The Soothsayer says "Beware the ides of March."  While it is possible that he was talking to Julius Caesar, a dog can't be too careful.  He might just as easily have been prophesizing about Little Bit in 2005 as he could have been about Caesar.  You know how people with big egos always make things about themselves...

So I was going to stay in bed today just to be safe.  Then lunch time rolled around, and well, you know me, I had to get up.  Mmmm, lunch.

After lunch, we went for a walk.  It was a nice sunny day, a little cold for the middle of March at 42o F, but what is a dog to do?  I'm not mother nature after all!  So we get started and this obnoxious dog (read Lyle) starts barking like crazy.  There wasn't anything worth barking at.  Maybe a bird or two around, but certainly not worth all of that noise.

Well, before you know it, there IS something to bark about.  We see this little white Westie.  His boss ma'am was wearing a Tigger sweatshirt all innocent like.   Let me tell you, Lyle and I knew better.  I've never known an evil Westie before but this being the ides of March and all, we gave him and his boss ma'am the what for.  

Then, nothing much again and we are strolling along.  Actually the boss man was dragging me saying that Lyle and I are an embarrassment-can you believe that???  So like I was saying, we were strolling along when all of a sudden, threat level bravo again.  We see this miniature dachshund puppy coming at us all cute as can be.  Well, I know that puppies pretend to be all innocent and all, but they are all troublemakers.  All of them I tell you!  Well, not only did Lyle and I give her the what for (actually we took it easy on her and gave her the what two), but I slipped out of my harness and went over for a closer inspection.  Well, I can tell you that the puppies boss ma'am wasn't smiling after that.  Again, Lyle and I get the embarrassment lecture.  

Well, we made it home without any further incident.  The worst that has happened so far was that the boss man made us sit in the corner and "think about" what we have done.  All that came to my mind was "No bad dogs here."

I'll bark (and bark (and bark)) at you later.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Back off, Buster!! Cancer story archives, 3/7/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/51279</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 12 Jun 2005 07:46:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I went to see my vet last Friday and let me tell you, it couldn't have gone any better.  I had my CB ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I went to see my vet last Friday and let me tell you, it couldn't have gone any better.  I had my CBC rechecked (remember the white counts were a little high on the last one) and my nodes were palpated (think of it kind as purposeful petting).  Well, my blood counts were completely back to normal and she didn't feel any bumps while petting me.  So far, so good-right?  The only bad news is that it turns out I now weigh 24.5 lbs.  That is about a pound heaver than I started at the beginning of this mess.  Unlike the other false alarm, I think I really am gaining weight.  I blame the good folks at Cloud Star.  Mmmm, Cloud Star treats.  My new favorites.  (Thanks again for the heads up on those biscuits Shelby!)

Speaking of Cloud Star treats, I got some in the mail the other day.  Mmmm, tasty mail.  Mmmm, biscuits.

Well, I don't like to toot my own horn... wait, scratch that.  Well, I don't mind tooting my own horn.  I am a very clever girl.  A long, long time ago, my bosses bought me a Buster Cube.  It is a lot of fun for me.  They put treats into it and I roll it around and get the treats out.  The best part of the whole thing is that I get to eat the treats as they fall out.

So I hadn't played with my Buster Cube in a long time, but when my new stash came from Cloud Star, the boss ma'am had this great idea to fill it. 

Unfortunately, they let Lyle have first crack at it.  Now, he may be a good boy.  He may be a fast boy.  He may even be a cute boy.  But he is not a clever boy.  All he could think to do was lick the hole that the treats come out of, try biting the Buster Cube open and drool all over it.  I could tell he was getting really frustrated.  He even tried to use the magic password on it.

Finally, it was my turn.  Well, while the boss man held Lyle back, I went to work and had some tasty snacks.  I'm a little ashamed to say, but they tasted all the better because I knew I was getting something good that Lyle wasn't. 

Unfortunately, Lyle is the jealous type.  He eventually got kicked out of the room because he couldn't graciously watch me win the kibble.

Well, all that is left to say is neener-neener, Mr. Lyle   

I'll bark at you all tomorrow!

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Every dog does what they have to do - Cancer story archive 3/1/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/51075</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 11 Jun 2005 04:29:53 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/51075</guid>
		<description>Every dog I know deals with it differently.  Some roll around trying to rub it off on the carpet (a  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Every dog I know deals with it differently.  Some roll around trying to rub it off on the carpet (a personal favorite).  Some pace around the house in loose figure eights (I like to call them Crazy Eights because the whigle is so crazy).  Some even find ways to get their bosses to give them (gasp!) baths.

When I was a puppy, I would do anything I could possibly think of to avoid it.  I would hide.  I would run away.  You see, those were the "good ole days" when my kibble bowl was always full and I was able to eat at my leisure.  Oh, I remember the games we used to play.  When I would snub my food for a couple of days in a row, the bosses would make it more interesting for me by doing things like spelling out words with my food (that is where I learned how to read and write you know).  Anyway, I digress...

Now in the 3rd year A.L., I don't have such luxuries.  I need food.  I need it bad.  I've become a food junkie.  Pat McCurdy has a song that is quite fitting, but since this is a family website, I won't say anymore.  I even know it is coming.  The boss man butters me up with a beefy flavored (Mmmm, beefy) Heartgard.  It always comes first.  Still, I can't help myself.  Then the boss man hits me with the sticky stuff.  Evil, evil Frontline.

They say it is for our own good.  They make it seem like we would become infested if we skipped even a month.  But then they go and add insult to injury and laugh at us behind our backs.  Don't you think we see you?  Poor Little Bit.  Poor Lyle.  

Well I've got to run.  It is time for me to have a little something-something.  Mmmm, kibble.   I wish it were always supper time....

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I thought that I was golden - Cancer story archives 2/22/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/50804</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 10 Jun 2005 04:22:05 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/50804</guid>
		<description>One thing about this cancer, I thought I was golden.  Since I have been diagnosed, the bosses have,  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ One thing about this cancer, I thought I was golden.  Since I have been diagnosed, the bosses have, perhaps, treated me a little better than normal.  Granted, they have always spoiled me, but they were really making a point to appreciate me to the fullest.  I was pretty happy about that.  More snacks, sleeping on the bed most nights, more snacks...  Anyway you get the picture.

It got to the point that I thought I could do no wrong.  I was their little angel doggy.

Well, let me tell you, the boss man told me otherwise today.  And he didn't hold back.  

It all started about 1:30 pm EST.  The boss told me and Lyle that he had a couple of errands that he needed to take care of.  He said that we should go outside and take care of business before biscuit time.

No problem there.  We like outside.  We really like biscuits.  Mmmm, biscuits.

Now, as an aside, if you know me, you know that I LOVE kids.  I love getting pet by them and any treats they might have are a bonus.

So anyway, we get out there and I notice the neighbor lady two houses down is out with her two young children.  I think to myself, they probably want to say hi to me, so I start to run over to them.  Well, crazy boy Lyle thinks that I am chasing a rabbit or something, so he starts up his sonic blaster (he was on a leash so he couldn't join chase-not that he particularly likes children anyway).  Well, the boss reminded me that I wasn't invited to go say hello and that I should get my cute little bum back in my own yard.  Being a very good dog, I did just that.

I should have left well enough alone.  I know I should have.  

Well, I take care of business and while I am busy, I notice some cat unmentionables nearby.  I couldn't help myself.  

Next thing I know the boss is picking me up and putting me straight in the bath tub.  I said, but boss man, I JUST HAD a bath not even two weeks ago.  Tough patooties he says.  Early baths are what happens to dogs that show such a severe lack of judgment.

So now I am a gorgeous dog again.  So sad.  And to make matters worse (much worse) he didn't even give me my after bath Naw Some!  So very sad.

On another note, my doctorcalled today.  She consulted with my specialist in Cincinnati and called to tell us that my oncologist was very pleased with my progress and that I should start my Leukeran today.  It makes me feel relieved to know that so many people are working to make sure that I stay healthy.  

Well, I had a big day.  I'm off to enjoy a little something-something.

Peace out.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>There is always something - Cancer story archives 2/18/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/50599</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 9 Jun 2005 03:47:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/50599</guid>
		<description>Here is a shocker for all of you Bit fans keeping score at home.  I have found a new way to make my  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Here is a shocker for all of you Bit fans keeping score at home.  I have found a new way to make my pack (and my doctor) worry about me.  

So like I was saying yesterday, today was my day to go to see my vet and get my latest vincristine injection.  I was also supposed to get a CBC and, pending good results, start my Leukeran.  Well, my doctor did her part.  She said that I looked really good (well, of course I did!) and that my bumps all felt small like she expected them to feel.  So I head home and take a little nap on my chair next to my pack.  I was pretty relaxed.  I was very comfortable.

So then she calls the boss man to tell him the results of my blood work.  It seems that I am not the picture of health that I was appearing to be.  Well it turns out that my white blood cells were having a party and invited way too many guests.  My doctor said that she was concerned about the number of cells and that she wanted a specialist to take a look at them.  She said that I have to wait before starting my Leukeran and that I should take some antibiotics in the mean time.  Let me tell you, having abnormal blood work for no obvious reason, makes my bosses a little nervous.  I try to tell them not to worry about it, but they do anyway.  

So this is the story of my life lately.  I seem to be doing well, them BAM, something else crops up.  Maybe there is some "Greater Purpose" behind all of this, but I can't see what it might be.  

Well, I'm thinking about settling in for another nap.  

TTFN,

Little Bit.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I want a new drug - Cancer story archive 2/17/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/50374</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 8 Jun 2005 04:23:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/50374</guid>
		<description>I don't think of myself as a vain dog.  I mean, I know I'm beautiful, but my self esteem would be ju ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I don't think of myself as a vain dog.  I mean, I know I'm beautiful, but my self esteem would be just as high if I I would have been touched by the ugly stick when I was young.  Even two or three taps would have been just fine with me.  Us dogs, for the most part, are good that way.

Still, I can't help but think that maybe my physical beauty is slightly less due to my difficulties the last few months.  (Fortunately, my inner beauty--the beauty that really counts--is at an all time high.)   But the thing is, I am loosing some of my whiskers, and the replacement ones are thinner and more gray.

Not that I'm ashamed of my gray whiskers.  I've been working on a very distinguished mix of gray and black fur since I was about two years young.  I've worked hard to get those gray whiskers and I'll show them off with pride.  But still, it marks the passing of an era.  Okay, maybe the black whisker era isn't anything special, but it is a part of my past.  

I knew going into my chemotherapy that whisker loss was a possibility.  It is just that I didn't think it would happen to me.

For all of you keeping track out there, tomorrow I start the next phase of my treatment.  I'm finished with my cyclophosphamide now and I am still working on vincristine every other week for a while, but tomorrow I start on a new drug.  Tomorrow I start every other day chlorambucil (Leukeran).  I'll be taking that and prednisone every other day for a year and if I am still in remission (knock on wood) then I will be chemotherapy free.

Chlorambucil:  an anticancer drug C14H19Cl2NO2 that is a derivative of nitrogen mustard and is used especially to treat leukemias, multiple myeloma, some lymphomas, and Hodgkin's disease.

Since I am being treated for lymphoma, that seems like a good drug.  Hopefully it won't make me feel bad or anything.  

Have a good one (day/night/what ever) and I'll bark at you later.  

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Poor boss ma'am - Cancer story archives 2/15/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/50150</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 7 Jun 2005 05:52:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/50150</guid>
		<description>Poor boss ma'am.  She has a cold.  Being a dog, I can't really understand what she is going through. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Poor boss ma'am.  She has a cold.  Being a dog, I can't really understand what she is going through.  That is one of the ways that us canines are superior to people.  Still, I feel bad for her and every so often I will have a bout of reverse sneezes to show her that I can empathize with her.  I do love my boss ma'am and I don't like to see her feeling unwell.

I tried to cheer her up a little this morning.  I dressed up special for her.  I thought that since I am the shining light in her life that I would dress up as a luminary.  She didn't seem to realize what I was going for, but that is okay.  I can be misunderstood sometimes as long as it isn't for important things like food.  

Today was another good day.  Can you believe that it reached 68o F?  The sun was out and I was feeling good, feeling fine.  Let me tell you, my tail was wagging all of the time.  That was not only because we had another beautiful day here in the Bluegrass State, but because I got to go to the Kentucky Horse Park for a second time in a week.  What I lucky dog I am.  

Well, I'm extra sleepy so I am going to have to sign off now.  I think I'll be able to convince the boss ma'am that we should hit the sack a little early tonight.  

Peace, out.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mmm prosciutto - Cancer story archives 2/13/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/49864</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 6 Jun 2005 05:10:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/49864</guid>
		<description>First off, let me say, I'm sorry to all of my devoted fans.  I know they crave my every word.  I kno ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ First off, let me say, I'm sorry to all of my devoted fans.  I know they crave my every word.  I know that they wish I could write something clever and witty every day.  But a world famous dog like me has many demands on her time.

On Friday, I had all of the usual business to take care of, plus I had a bath.  Now you know my feelings on the subject, but at least the boss man finally used a shampoo worthy of The Bit.

Yesterday, for instance, was a very busy (and totally awesome, dudes-I was watching Finding Nemo the other day.) day.  Not only did I get to take a walk in my neighborhood with my friends, Ben, Baxter and Storm, but afterwards, I went to the Kentucky Horse Park to take a second walk.  I finally got to meet Fynn, plus I got to meet a new friend Max and Storm joined us again.  I'm pretty sure that Fynn was a little intimidated by my stardom because he was very shy and was afraid to come and introduce himself.

Anyways, I was planning on writing when I got back from the Horse Park, but I was beat and could only beg for prosciutto before totally crashing on the couch.  I can tell you that I slept very well last night.

Now, if you are Rocky, Puddles or any other deranged fan, that is all I have for today.

Peace out.

Little Bit

Okay for everyone else, I have more to say.

While I was at the Horse Park, I had an idea.  Now that I have deranged fans to look out for, I been feeling a little conspicuous while out on my daily walks.  Actually, it was Fynn's idea, albeit, an idea in the rough.  He suggested that I could go around incognito if I used a disguise!  Of course, his idea of a disguise left a little something to be desired.  Not that I have anything against hiding my scent, but dressing up as a horse apple leads to a second bath in two days.  While the horse angle is not something I've tried, I can tell you that in no uncertain terms, alpha dogs do NOT like that kind of disguise.

So anyway, after a few tweaks, I thought I would try to dress up as a different famous dog.  I thought that, okay, I do like some attention, but if I dressed as a Great Dane, then the lunatics would be afraid to mess with me.  I mean, who in their right mind would mess with a Great Dane?  I added a some Hello Kitty sunglasses, for a touch of whimsy, to my disguise.  I think it is  pretty effective, but I haven't tried it out in public yet.  

Also, I didn't think it would do any good to disguise myself but let my traveling companion dress as normal.  Even silly dogs like Rocky and Puddles would be able to infer that the Great Dane walking with Lyle was Little Bit in disguise.  So I made him dress up as well.  He doesn't pull it off quite as well as I do, but then again, he is not Little Bit.

Well, I guess I should go and test my disguise.  It is supposed to rain all day and it doesn't seem too bad now, so I need to head out. 

Have a great day.

Little Bit.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Lyle isn't the only funny dog!--Cancer Story Archives 2/9/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/49654</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 5 Jun 2005 06:24:53 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/49654</guid>
		<description>When people think of Little Bit, I think that they mostly think of a beautiful, smart and serious do ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ When people think of Little Bit, I think that they mostly think of a beautiful, smart and serious dog.  Granted, when you live with a whigle, you are not going to be the "funny one."  Whigles are clowns by nature (don't worry, they are not the scary kind of clown) and are just funny bugs.   But I have a good sense of humor too.  Just yesterday, the boss man was telling me what a funny girl I am.

Okay, here's a joke for you.  Knock, knock.  Bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark.  Sorry about that!  That Lyle sure does go crazy when someone knocks on the door, maybe I should skip the knock, knock jokes.

Sometimes when the bosses are feeling a little grouchy, I like to do acrobatics to cheer them up.  In one of the pictures above I am getting ready to do a headstand.  The bosses thought that was a really funny trick.  They think that maybe I could use that one on Pet Star.  I'd apply, but I really don't want to go to California and besides, it really wouldn't be fair to all of those kids with parrots.  

Well, I have to run because it is SUPPER TIME, BABY!  Hip, hip hooray!  

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm a Kentucky Dog-Cancer story archive 2/7/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/49149</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 3 Jun 2005 07:07:53 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/49149</guid>
		<description>I have never really thought of myself as a Kentucky dog, but rather a Virginia dog that happens to l ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have never really thought of myself as a Kentucky dog, but rather a Virginia dog that happens to live in Kentucky*.  Not that there is anything wrong with Kentucky.  In fact, I rather like it here and I never plan to be carried back to old Virginny.  Well, maybe on vacation or something.  

But last night, after being sidelined for a week.  I was back in the game.  Cow skin during pig skin baby!

So it was a good one (the rawhide, not the game).  I was chewing my little heart out for about forty-five minutes.  Ahh, rawhide.  Mmmm, rawhide.   How I loves you so...

So anyway, the pack, being a little "tooth sensitive" after the debacle of January 26, they decided that they had better be safe and do a tooth check after rawhide time.  Well, you can imagine all of our dismay when it turned out that I HAD chipped another tooth.  WOE IS ME!  This was supposed to be my vet-free week!

So, it wasn't as bad as last time so the bosses knew that it could wait until morning.  

Sure enough, as soon as the clinic opened, the boss man calls the clinic and they say they can squeeze me in at 9:45 am EST.  (I'm fun to squeeze, by the way.)

So, after watching my pack eat breakfast (that they didn't share, I might add), they take me to see Dr. Schroyer.  Now with all of my visits lately, I haven't visited with him for about two months.  I have to say, it was nice to see him.  He says the kindest things.  For instance, he says that this one isn't so bad so they will just paint it (They used white even though I specifically requested gold).  And, (?ôears?ô) like music to my ears, he says the words that I was longing to hear.  He says, his dog had the same thing and he still gives his pooch bones and rawhides.   He says that it is probably JUST A BAD FLUKE that I had two bad ones in a row and that, generally speaking, rawhides and BONES are good for dogs oral hygiene!  Bring on the bones baby!

The boss ma'am didn't seem convinced though, but she said that she might wait a little while before giving all of my tasty goodness away.    Keep your fingers and dewclaws crossed.

Peace, out.

Little Bit

*A CDC study that was published on February 1, 2004 in the Louisville Courier-Journal stated that Kentucky ranks number one among all states for highest rate of tooth loss.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Thanks again Dogster!  You are going to give me a big head!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/48887</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 2 Jun 2005 04:53:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/48887</guid>
		<description>I just wanted to say thanks again to all of the good folks at Dogster for making my diary a featured ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I just wanted to say thanks again to all of the good folks at Dogster for making my diary a featured diary of the day AGAIN!  Thanks also to all of my Pup Pals for all of your support.  This cancer thing has been a drag, but knowing everyone out there is pulling for me has been a great help!   

Here is my diary archive from February 2, 2005.  I hope you enjoy.  And as always, if you want to see my latest entries (and with pictures), you can skip ahead to my original diary at http://cancerstory.ourmutts.com.  Thanks again everyone!

So Lyle turned three today.  He told me that if I dressed up for the party that there would be cake and ice cream.  Well, let me just say, it is already 9:00 pm EST and there hasn't been ANY stinkin' cake (or good smelling cake either for that matter).  Not that I really believed him, but when cake is involved, you can't really afford to take any chances.  Mmm, cake.  Mmm, ice cream.  Mmmmmmm.  

So I feel a little bad about last night.  I think that maybe, in retrospect, that I could have been a little more considerate of the Lyle's needs.  I was doing some power lounging on the love seat in my office.  The bosses were busy laughing about how "cute" us dogs were.  I wasn't napping, but I was kind of in that zone just before sliding off to sleepiness.  

Well, before long, Lyle notices that I have a good thing going on the love seat and, in the typical Lyle fashion, he decides to be a copy-dog.  Now, of course, I don't have any problem sharing (well at least not with things that aren't tasty), but I was just SO comfortable.  And it isn't like he was being insistent or anything like that.

So, like I said, I let him up, it is just that I don't move over to give him any extra room.  He was such a good boy.  He didn't try to push me off or anything like that.  I think that he is really maturing.  Maybe three will be his best year yet!  He gave it a real good effort.  I was sure that he was going to get it at one point.  All he needed to do was that final plunk down of his bum and he would have known the comfort that I was experiencing too.  But I guess it just wasn't meant to be.

So you can see how maybe I feel a little bad.  Maybe next time I'll scoot over.  

Well, it is getting past my bed time.  I'll bark at you later.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Thanks Dogster!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/48344</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 31 May 2005 05:26:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/48344</guid>
		<description>Thanks to everyone at Dogster and especially my pup pals for making me a featured diary today.  
Fo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Thanks to everyone at Dogster and especially my pup pals for making me a featured diary today.  
For those of you following my story, here's what happened on 2/1/05:

Today started out like so many other days.  I was a little tired after breakfast so I decided to take a little nap.  Naps are good.  

Instead of going to one of my usual napping spots, I decided to check out an old favorite-my kennel.  Well, I was quite comfy and didn't really want to be disturbed.  Well, let me just say, I love my boss man with all of my heart, but he does have (at least) one flaw.  When he sees a snuggly, sleepy Little Bit, he just can't seem to help himself.  Not only does he want to pet me with his ICE COLD HANDS (doesn't he realize I'm undercover for a reason?), but he insists on repeatedly using the "flashy thing."   I don't really know what a dog needs to do around here to get a decent nap sometimes...  But sometimes he comes bearing Pop Tarts, so I can't really be mad at him.

So then after nap time, I noticed that the scheduled walk for today was going to be at 11:00 am.  This was a good idea because it was a little warmer, plus, it was early enough so that I could get home before lunch.  I hate nothing more than late meals you know.

So we head off just as the sun starts to peek out from behind the clouds.  I'm thinking to myself, this could turn out to be a pretty good walk.  Well, we are going along and I'm taking the time to sniff the sniffs.  So far, so good.  We get onto the green space and go for a little ways when all of a sudden, guess who just happens to walk out from between two houses.  A little hint, neither house was their house.

So, anyways, here is my arch nemesis Puddles!  It goes without saying that I gave them the what for.   Lyle was so surprised by their arrival at a place where they have never been seen before, that he didn't make a peep.  I couldn't believe it.  

So I didn't get to properly follow through with my investigation (the boss man can be in such a hurry sometimes), but I have an idea where she was going.  I think that she was going to a secret meeting of the D.A.W.G. Pound (Dogs Against Wholesome Goodness a.k.a. Dogs Against Little Bit but that doesn't make as good of an acronym).    I think she was going to meet Rocky to hatch their next evil plan against the Bit.

So, that brings me to my next request.  Now, in addition to a body guard, I'm looking to hire a spy to infiltrate the D.A.W.G. Pound.   If you are interested, send me a pmail.

I'll bark at you later.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cancer story--1/30/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/48158</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 30 May 2005 10:20:30 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/48158</guid>
		<description>Now, everyone knows that I'm a good dog.  Well, maybe some people only remember me as a young puppy, ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Now, everyone knows that I'm a good dog.  Well, maybe some people only remember me as a young puppy, they might not realize what a good dog that I am now.  

Anyway, because I am such a good dog (oops,  I wrote god there, not once, but twice-maybe I am a little full of myself) that I feel I deserve certain rewards.  Today for instance, I was busy protecting the house from the dangers of the world.  The bosses wondered what they could do to properly express their gratitude.  They decided to give me a little petting.  Well, of course, getting petted is very good.  It is important bonding time between a dog and her alphas.  It is just that sometimes a dog hungers for a little something more.  Sometimes what she needs is a shredded beef burrito!

Now I know that it is not always practical to give a dog everything she feels she needs.  I know that Qdoba isn't open twenty-four/seven.  But when you are there anyways what can your excuse possibly be???  Well, I'm waiting???

Okay, okay, enough belly aching.  I know I'll be getting a little something I like to call supper very soon.

The good news of the day is that I am feeling very well after my tooth extraction last week.  In fact, if you didn't look really close, you would never notice the slight swelling that I still have.  But most importantly, I am able to eat without any pain.  What a relief that is.  I mean, really.  Eating is probably just about the most important part of my day.  I'm glad that it doesn't hurt.  I'm hoping that by Monday or Tuesday, I'll be back to eating carrots for breakfast.  Certainly I should be able to have a little cow skin with the pig skin next weekend.  It would be unthinkable to be sidelined for the biggest game of the year.

Well, it is a little PAST dinner time.  I have to run.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cancer story--1/28/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/47900</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 29 May 2005 09:11:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So, I was reading about a study that was published in the journal Neurobiology of Aging this month.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So, I was reading about a study that was published in the journal Neurobiology of Aging this month.  The basic study was done in older beagles.  Dogs are apparently a good model for this type of study because their brain function and biology is similar to human brain function and biology.  In the study they had four groups.  The lonely, lazy and poorly fed dogs.  The lonely, lazy well fed dogs.  The fit and socialized poorly fed dogs and the fit and socialized well fed dogs.  All dogs had the proper amount of food so they were not starving like me all of the time and all pooches were given mental exercise (they were taught how to find treats--that sounds like good exercise to me).   The study showed that proper nutrition and exercise was essential for optimum brain function.  

The study really got me thinking.  
First off, they really ought to be feeding me more.  (When I was at they Vet's office yesterday, I had an accurate weight of 23.4 pounds.  I am only up 0.3 pounds--Not 1.5 pounds.)  Feeding me is good for my brain!
Secondly, even if we exclusively fed Lyle brain food, would he ever get as smart as me?
Third, that study wasn't really very fair to most of those dogs.  If people want to know what goes on in human brains, I think they should study people.   I know, I know, some animal studies are very important, I just think that maybe the science community should use animal models only if they have a VERY GOOD REASON to use animals.  
And fourth, is the boss man getting enough mental exercise?  We have noticed that the boss is a little more forgetful these days than he used to be.  It seems that maybe he needs a little more mental stimulation than he has been getting by sitting around watching TV all day (just kidding boss man).  I have been trying to help him the last six weeks or so by having him help me with my blog.   

So, the pack voted.  For the boss man's mental health, he needs to use more mental floss.  So he signed up for a couple of college classes.  I think he is a little nervous about being graded again.  After all, it has been almost twelve years since he graduated from college.  I think at the same time he is a little excited too.  

Well, I had a really big day yesterday and I'm still a little sleepy.  I think I am going to find a nice sunny spot and take a little snoozer.

TTFN,
Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cancer story--1/27/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/47702</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 28 May 2005 06:47:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>You are all invited to my pity party!  
Okay people, fess up!  Someone out there is using black mag ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You are all invited to my pity party!  
Okay people, fess up!  Someone out there is using black magic on me.  Who else can explain everything that keeps going wrong with me other than someone has a Little Bit voodoo doll.  Let me set the record straight, there are NO officially licensed Little Bit voodoo dolls on the market.  No one (and that includes both of you Puddles and Rocky!) should be dabbling in the black arts!  Danger, danger!  Stop what you are doing now before something else happens to me.

So you all know about my recent lymphoma troubles.  Knock on wood, I seem to be in remission (keep your fingers or dewclaws crossed it stays that way).  So thing are going pretty well for me medically speaking.  Then, BAM, something else happens.  

Yesterday evening I was chewing on a little something-something I like to call rawhide.  If you know the Bit at all, you know I LOVE rawhide.  (Yeah baby!)  So, all too soon, the rawhide is gone.  I'm a little sad, naturally, but life goes on.  I always have the next rawhide to look forward to.  So then I get on with the nights snuggling of the boss ma'am (important dog work you know).  After a while it is announced that it is Tooth Brushing Time.  Well, a little chicken flavored toothpaste never hurt anyone as far as I know, so I get first in line.  

Now, in case you are wondering, my teeth have always been in very good shape.  The doctor always comments that my teeth look great when ever I go for a physical exam.  This is in no small part due to my frequent tooth brushings.  Oral hygiene is important people (and dogs)!  Do it often!

So anyway, the boss ma'am starts brushing and OUCH, that really hurt.  So I hightail it out of there (and bump my sweet little head in the process).  The boss ma'am not understanding why I left (as I forgot to tell her the reason of my hasty retreat), comes over to me and we start again.  OUCHY, OUCH, OUCH!  There it was again.  What the heck is going on?

So then the boss man comes to pick me up.  Well, let me tell you, they were very surprised to see that half of one of my molars is missing!  It was broken in half and it was bleeding!  (Sorry boss ma'am, I know you don't like to hear about tooth things-I hope this doesn't give you any bad dreams.)

You can guess where I ended up today.  Now, as I've said before, the people at the Animal Care Clinic are really super.  It is just that I don't think I should have to visit them as often as I have been lately.  So I implore you, please mail me that Little Bit voodoo doll so that I can keep it safely locked away.  I do not need ANY MORE reasons to go to the vets office.  Just mail it anonymously and I won't even have to know who the guilty party is.

Little Bit

P.S.  I am doing very well recovering from anesthesia.  They pulled the molar out so it won't be giving me any more problems.  I hope I don't bark with a lisp or anything now.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cancer story--1/26/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/47276</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 26 May 2005 07:00:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Spring is teasing us here in the Bluegrass state.  Yesterday it was 50 and sunny.  This morning it w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Spring is teasing us here in the Bluegrass state.  Yesterday it was 50 and sunny.  This morning it was sunny and 45 (and thankfully Rockyless).  The daffodils and crocuses are coming out of the ground.  Life is good.  Or so I thought.

This afternoon it is cold and gray again.  They are talking about more winter weather this weekend.  Yuck!

Let me tell you, I am glad that I am not a Northern Dog.  Sure, I enjoy a romp in the snow.  Who wouldn't enjoy playing in the large fluffy flakes for five minutes or so each year?  Maybe even a month of the white stuff would be good.  December can be the official snow month.  But then the flowers should be allowed to do their thing without having to worry about Mother Nature.

On a different subject, I have to tell you more about Rocky.  My boss ma'am was talking to Oreo's and Misty's boss man today.  She told him about "the incident" just in case Misty and Oreo hadn't told him yet.  Anyway, it turns out that Rocky's misbehavior wasn't just limited to me! 

 Apparently, Rocky had "visited" (that is a euphemism for being a bad dog that snuck out of his yard) before.  And guess what the little ankle biter did!  He bit Misty's and Oreo's boss ma'am right in the ankle.  And it was hard enough to make her bleed!!!  Bad, bad, bad, bad dog Rocky.    Well, after hearing that Rocky was "visiting" again, their boss man called animal control on him.  Rocky's bosses need to keep him in his own yard.  They have a fence, but I guess that, being a master criminal and all, he knows how to escape.  Anyway, the animal control officer is going to tell them that Rocky cannot be allowed to visit other people (or dogs!) without being on a leash.  If someone calls to tell the officer when Rocky is being a bad dog  they will put him in the slam.  Rocky's bosses will then have to pay $50 to bail him out.  I sure hope he stays in his own yard, but if not, I hope that the animal control officer teaches him a lesson.

Bad dog Rocky!  Stay in your own yard!  

I'll bark at you later.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cancer story--1/25/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/47055</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 25 May 2005 06:41:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So, it is not like the boss man is really a wimp or anything like that.  He runs, walks just about e ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So, it is not like the boss man is really a wimp or anything like that.  He runs, walks just about every day, he lifts weights and he works out on the elliptical trainer pretty often.  It is just that, well, with a dog leash in each hand, plus other things that he carries (unmentionables), it is just that he is somewhat ineffective when it comes to protecting me.  It goes without saying that Lyle doesn't help at all, and even makes it worse by wrapping his leash around the boss man's legs.

Besides, I think that, since I am a dog and all, that I should hire one of my own kind.  So, if you know of any dog that is looking to be a body guard, please tell them to send me a p-mail as soon as possible!

Some big burly dog would be okay.  But what I think might suit me best is a scrappy little dog, like maybe a Pug or a Chihuahua.  Something that won't be as much competition for my kibble.  (I don't like to share.)

So you might wonder why the sudden interest in protection.  Well, I think it might be due to my new found fame.  I am on the world wide web after all!  Well, I don't know if it is adoration gone awry, or maybe jealousy.  It is really hard to know for sure.  But I have a stalker!  I know, you might think I'm overreacting, but I'll tell you what happened and let you decide for yourselves.

The boss tells Lyle and I that we are going to wait until the afternoon for our walk today.  He says that it will be almost 50 and sunny.  Can't really argue with that now, can I.  

So we head out around 1:45 pm.  Sure enough, it was beautiful by our standards as of late.  So here we go, sniffing the sniffs.  Things smelled especially fine today.  Well, we just barely get on to the path by the green space and we see this woman looking into our friends' (Misty and Oreo) yard.  We think it is a little odd since they are not out there, but figure we will keep an eye on things to make sure that the strange woman is on the up and up.   Well, let me tell you, she most certainly was not!  

All of a sudden, this little white fur ball starts off after us.  The woman starts running too.  She yells "Rocky!"  Then she yells to us  "Look Out!"  Let me tell you, the boss tried to pick me up (Lyle can fend for himself pretty well) but he wasn't quick enough.  Then this deranged fan Rocky, lunges right for my neck!  Can you believe it!?!  The boss man picked me up lickety-split after that (and yes, Lyle was trying to wrap himself around the boss man to get to the whippersnapper).  Well, a few seconds later the woman that was chasing Rocky gets to us and picks him up.  She apologizes, of course, and there wasn't any harm done, but it really got me thinking.  I need a body guard that isn't physically attached to me, to follow me around and to step in and take a bite for me if necessary.  

What a bad dog Rocky is.  Bad dog Rocky.  Bad, bad dog Rocky.   I am going to pee ALL OVER your yard tomorrow!  

Well, if you know of anyone looking for a job, let me know.

Peace out,

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cancer story--1/24/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/46932</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 24 May 2005 14:41:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Now, I'm a dog and dogs don't lie.  I've had some bad days in the last month or so.  Fighting of the ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Now, I'm a dog and dogs don't lie.  I've had some bad days in the last month or so.  Fighting of the evil that is Lymphoma is hard work.  Die cancer.  Die!  Of course I wish I didn't have to go through all of this.  It is not like I enjoy going to the Vet's office every week.   Being hungry ALL OF THE TIME isn't any picnic either.  Ohh, maybe I should have a picnic!  Well, okay, maybe I'm always looking for a little something-something even without the prednisone.  But still, chemotherapy is a drag.  I wouldn't wish cancer on any dog.

All that said, I have had a few extra perks lately.  It made me think that I could probably come up with a list.  Sort of a "You know you are" list.  

Here goes...

You know you are a spoiled dog if...
... your name is Lyle.  (He, he, he.  I couldn't resist!)
... you get to sleep on the bosses bed at night.
... you have a "dog closet" full of toys and treats.
... you have at least five water bowls spread around the house.
... you have at least three pillows, two dog beds, a kennel and a heating pad on top of a bed to choose between with you want to lay down.
...the boss man will sit on the floor because the dogs take up all of the room on the couch.
...you have a designated rawhide day.  (Cow skin with the pig skin, baby!)
...you get a walk just about every day of your life.
...you can share Pop Tarts with the boss man or popsicles with the boss ma'am.  
...the bosses plan their vacations to that you can come along.
...you get carried up and down the stairs.
...the bosses have over 1200 pictures of you stored on their computer.

All in all, I know that Lyle and I have it pretty good.  

Have a barking good day!

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cancer story--1/22/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/46418</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 22 May 2005 08:54:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So, here I am, lazing around in my office.  I think to myself, Self, what you could use is a big ole ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So, here I am, lazing around in my office.  I think to myself, Self, what you could use is a big ole rawhide.  You know, one of the Big and Thick ones.  Mmm, rawhide.  Yep, you should see if you can talk the boss ma'am into getting you one.  Then I remember the extra one and a half pounds that I'm carrying around these days.  It makes me a little bummed out.  I remember that the vet says that I shouldn't gain weight because it is bad for my joints.  Well, at least Lyle won't get any either.

Of course, this brings me to remember that I have to worry about my long term joint health because the L-asparaginase shot that I received on Thursday has made my last bump go completely away.  The boss ma'am can no longer feel ANY lymph nodes!  That is VERY good news to me-and to you if you know and love the Bit.  In case you were wondering, my oncology vet  also said that I should increase my dose of vincristine to one and a half times the amount that I used to get.  She said that it might make me a little less hungry.  A dog contemplating a diet can only hope.

So, that brings me to think about what I lucky dog I am.  Any how grateful that I am for everyone that has been keeping me in their thoughts and prayers.  Thank you.  Thank you very much (it is okay if you read that to yourself using an Elvis voice instead of my voice-as melodious as it is.  I'll understand.).

So then I wonder, will anyone really care what is on my mind now that it looks like I might have a lot of time to record my memoirs?  I am just a small dog after all.   But then I remember, I am Little Bit.  I am a most thoughtful dog, probably people will still want to know what is going on with me.   So I'll probably still write.   But maybe I should ask the boss for a raise.  Mmmm, extra biscuits.  I think I know just the thing to do with them.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.  My diet can always start tomorrow...

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cancer story--1/16/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/46203</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 20 May 2005 17:43:48 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Oh, what silly alpha dogs I have!  I know they mean well and that they have my best interest in mind ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Oh, what silly alpha dogs I have!  I know they mean well and that they have my best interest in mind, but really.

Last night they decided to do a little "research."  They thought if all else failed, they could maybe make me into a zombie.  The watched Dawn of the Dead and Shaun of the Dead to pick up some tips.  Well, let me tell you that I'm more than a little relieved that it turns out only people can be zombies.  Us dogs are safe.  As if I would ever consider being one of the undead...  I mean really...

So today was my big trip to go meet the oncology vet.  She was really nice and gave me and Lyle both a biscuit (yeah, we dragged him along too--didn't think we could trust him home alone all afternoon).  And it wasn't one of those dry low fat ones either.  Mmm, biscuits.  Mmmmmm.

Back to the story, I was looking really pretty in my new collar.  The boss ma'am painted it real nice.  She said that I'm the sun, moon and stars and that my collar should reflect it.  Right off the bat, the veterinary technician and the vet say how nice it looks.  Treats and compliments are always good in my book.  Well anyway, she checks me out.  She says that I'm doing VERY WELL on my protocol.  I have a real small bump left.  The bigger bumps were my salivary glands!   Nothing to worry about at all!!!  Of course I need those!  Anyway, she changed my protocol a little and said that if the small bump doesn't to away by Monday to give her a call back and she will start me on a new protocol.   

I have to say, we had a little celebration of Arby's sandwiches (Mmmm) and fries (Mmmm) followed by Little Debbie cakes (Mmmm).  It isn't a celebration without cake you know.  Well, maybe the Arby's wasn't so much for celebration as for lunch.  It was getting late and we were two hours from home.  We got home a little late for dinner, but my supper was only fifteen minutes late so it was okay.

I'm a little tired now (she slipped me a mickey--what ever that means) so I think I'll cut this a little short.  

Die cancer.  Die!  It seems to be working.

Peace, out.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cancer story--1/16/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/45551</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 17 May 2005 12:39:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I've had a lot of nicknames in my time.  Some of them I like more than others.  Some I just don't li ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I've had a lot of nicknames in my time.  Some of them I like more than others.  Some I just don't like at all.  Most were given to me by my pack and are expressions of love, while others were spontaneously uttered in response to something I was doing at the time.  

I think that perhaps all of my nicknames say a little something about me and who I am as a dog (or was--I wish I still was eating like I was in the good ole days when I was a twenty-eight pounder).

My bosses are starting to worry about me again.  This is supposed to be my first week without any chemotherapy, but I still have a pair of small bumps (one on each side).  They are going to talk to my doctor again tomorrow and see if maybe I should go to meet the veterinary oncologist in Cincinnati.  I have to say that I'm feeling pretty good, but it seems like maybe I have a little less energy than normal.  When I am up and doing things (like walking or begging for food), I am perfectly normal, but I have been taking maybe a few more naps than usual.   I need to keep up my energy so that I can fight off the evil cells.  Die cancer!  Die!

Well, I'm off to nap in front of the fireplace (yeah, it is cold here again).  

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cancer story--1/14/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/45095</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 15 May 2005 08:03:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Some days I have more on my mind than others.  Today, I thought a lot about Asiago-Pesto bread from  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Some days I have more on my mind than others.  Today, I thought a lot about Asiago-Pesto bread from Great Harvest.  Mmmm, cheese bread.  When I was out walking with my pack today (Yeah!  The boss ma'am is on vacation.), I got to thinking about how sometimes things don't work out quite how you imagine.  I'm a big thinker, but sometimes my mind wanders a little bit...

Steve Austin and Jamie Summers made it seem like having bionic parts was the way to go.   If you know me and my history, you know that I had my second knee surgery back in February of last year.  My first was April of 2003.  Once I had both of my knees altered, I had these grand illusions of being able to jump over houses and stuff.  Let me just tell you, it is not like on TV.   Sure, my knees are as good as they were when I was a pup, I can even jump up on the bosses bed which is probably a good 30 inches high (over twice my height), but I can't even make it over a fence.    There isn't even any chich, chich, chich noises when I run.  Sometimes I do get a click, click click going up the stairs though.  Hmm...

After a while, I came to think that despite all of my health problems, I am really a very fortunate dog.  On my six month birthday, I was adopted by my pack.  Sometimes I take them for granted.  I think that sometimes they take me for granted too.  That's life.  But when it comes right down to it, I know that they love me.  And we take care of each other.  Every time I have had a problem, they took me to the doctor.  I know that not all dogs are as fortunate.  Now that I have cancer, I know I can count on my pack to do whatever they can to help me feel better.  All dogs should be as lucky as me.

Peace out,

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cancer story--1/13/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/44935</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 14 May 2005 06:48:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Behold my bella belly!  As the name implies, it is beautiful.  Bella bellies, and to a lesser extent ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Behold my bella belly!  As the name implies, it is beautiful.  Bella bellies, and to a lesser extent, bello bellies are good for rubbing.  I've never known a dog that could pass up a good belly rub.  And a good belly rub has been shown to be beneficial to people as well.  It is very soothing and it is good for your blood pressure, so get out there and rub a tum today.

Of course, the bella belly is just a small part of the bella Bit.  I don't think I'm being overly modest by saying that I am the most beautiful dog alive.  (I do have some modesty however, and cannot say that I'm the most beautiful dog of all time.)

All of that aside, what I'd really like to talk today about is my favorite charity.  I have been involved with Smooches for Pooches for just over seven and a half years now.  At first, I limited my involvement to collections.  Of course, I still take time to receive donations every day (a dogs work is never done you know), but now I also do my part to raise awareness.   It is sad to know that every day, some good dogs go through life without getting their much needed kisses.  Won't you help too?

Here is what you can do.  Find a local donation spot (just about any dog will do--even Puddles) and ask them if they are an official donation recipient.  Some dogs can verbalize their thoughts better than others (I'm truly blessed in that regard), so start off slow.  Start off by giving them a gentle pat on the head (after letting them sniff you first!) and progress to a gentle scratch behind the ears.  If they are accepting donations, they will generally flop over and show their bella belly (or bello-not all dogs are girls you know).  Lean over and while petting their tum, give them a quick smooch on the cheeks (sometimes referred to as "sweet cheeks").  Depending on how generous you feel, you can donate repeatedly.  I've been known to take in over ONE HUNDRED in one day!  

So get to work!  If we all work together we can make the world a better place.

Love,

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cancer story--1/12/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/44619</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 12 May 2005 10:40:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm too sexy for my whiskers.
I'm too sexy for my tongue.
I'm too sexy for my foot.
I'm too sexy. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm too sexy for my whiskers.
I'm too sexy for my tongue.
I'm too sexy for my foot.
I'm too sexy...

So I'm obviously feeling pretty good today.  It was almost 70 here today and the sun came out.  What a great combination!  It just doesn't get any better than that in middle January here in the bluegrass state.

I know that I'm a beautiful dog.  All dogs know that about themselves.  We do not suffer from image problems that people sometimes do.  That said, my lucky seven is my finest feature.  Not only is it stunning (no really), but rubbing it actually brings people luck.  My boss ma'am used to rub it before her call days.  On the days when she was supposed to work late, she would do the seven times seven on the lucky seven.  Forty-nine smooches on lucky seven, baby.  She has what they call a "white cloud" at work and I'm certain that is because of me.  The few bad days she's had were because she forgot to gather her luck.  I'll fill you in on a little secret though, one smooch would have been enough!  Once you are lucky, you are lucky-it isn't something that comes in degrees.  Of course, I played along because I enjoyed the other forty-eight!  

It is widely believed that my ears are lucky too.  If you gently rub them between your thumb (or dewclaw if you are a dog) and finger, you can also get luck.  This isn't quite as reliable, but it is better than nothing.  

Since my diagnosis, the bosses have stopped taking advantage of my lucky seven.  They are afraid that they have taken too much of my luck already and that I need it more.  It doesn't work that way though.  I think the lucky seven is there for me to share, not something I'm supposed to use for myself.  Superman wouldn't use his powers for his own gain, would he?    

Well, I off to take a nap.  Important dog work you know...

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cancer story--1/11/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/44449</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 11 May 2005 12:18:21 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today started out like so many of them do.  I got up and had a little something-something for breakf ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today started out like so many of them do.  I got up and had a little something-something for breakfast.  I took care of business and after the boss ma'am went to work, I went upstairs to take a nap on my heating pad.  I know I've mentioned it before, but I really enjoy laying on it and keeping an eye on the world.

After a while, the boss man told me it was time to go for my walk.  He said that we had to go early because it was going to rain.  Well, what else is new.  So we start off down the block and who should appear but my arch nemesis Puddles and her alpha dog.  You better believe that I gave them the what for.  And the sonic blaster next to me gave them the what six!  I've never been prouder of Lyle.  We chased them clear to the other side of the road.   

The rest of the walk was almost boring in comparison, although I did have a little something to say to another small white fluff ball.

The thing about Puddles and her alpha that just gets under my fur it that they think they own the neighborhood.  They think nothing about roaming through other dogs yards, and (gasp) taking care of business in other dogs yards.  I've even seen them marking by my neighbor dog's front door.  How bold.  And when they walk in front of my house, they just linger before walking through the neighbor's yard.  I just wish I could open the door and send Lyle out after them.   It makes all of my hackles raise just thinking about it.

Well, enough ranting from me for one day.  The boss ma'am came home and she said that she needs a snuggle buddy for a nap.  A dog's work is never done.

I'll bark at you later.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>cancer story--1/01/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/44248</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 10 May 2005 13:25:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I thought I would do a little PSA about whigles (whippet/beagle mixes) today.  In case you were wond ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I thought I would do a little PSA about whigles (whippet/beagle mixes) today.  In case you were wondering, they are definitely NOT a designer breed (which, for the record, I'm against).  Save a dog and your money by adopting from your local pound or rescue group.

Top whigle quirks:

They are very sleepy creatures.  Sometimes even sleep standing up! 
They love chewing gum.  They don't mind if their only source is the sidewalk.  As Santa says, gum found on the sidewalk is not free candy.  (Okay, I'll admit, I thought that the movie was funny.) 
They enjoy loud noises and will often join in with the noise making. 
They are afraid of things blowing around on the ground.  Balloons, leaves, paper-they can all be scary under the right circumstances.  
They will often have FRAPs (frantic activity periods) followed immediately by deep sleeping. 
They can and often do, stretch out the excitement of seeing a cat for up to five minutes after said cat has left the area. Yap, yap, yap. 
Sometimes they will decide to be afraid of something that they were previously unafraid of.  For example, they might pass a Great Dane or a Boxer several times a week for a year or more, then, out of the blue, start barking like crazy the next time they see it (and every time there after). 
When distracted, like say when the UPS guy comes to the door, they can become trapped in a room if one door (of two) is closed.   (Okay, maybe some smarter dogs can forget about the back door too.) 
For being part sight hound, they sure can be unobservant!  Sometimes it will take them days to notice new things.  Other times, they will sound the alarm right away (like if there is a shopping bag in the middle of the floor. 
They enjoy laying in the grass for hours drooling while watching birds and squirrels. 
They go around singing in their heads "Who is sleek and speedy like a greyhound?  My name is Lyle, I came from the pound."  Note:  not all whigles are named Lyle.  Other whigles use their own name when singing to themselves. 
All that said, if you can find a whigle that needs adopting, you should jump at the chance.  They are eager to please and are fun to play with.

Have a great day.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cancer story--1/9/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/44030</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 9 May 2005 13:33:26 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Ah, the joys of barking.  To say nothing for the importance of barking.  
As a dog, barking is my r ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ah, the joys of barking.  To say nothing for the importance of barking.  
As a dog, barking is my right.  But, just as some people have more God given talent than others, so do dogs.  I have been blessed with a most melodious bark.  
Also, I am lucky because I have a most excellent silent bark.  Silent bark you say?  Yes, it is when your mouth moves as if you were barking, but you purposely don't make any sound (unlike in a bad dream when you want to bark, but can't).  Anyways, if you have ever seen it, you know what I mean.  
Today, I bark for a number of reasons.  First, someone returned my sun.  No one took responsibility for taking it, but I won't press the matter.  I'm just happy that they decided to do the right thing.  
Second (and maybe related to the first), the woodchuck (a.k.a. groundhog, a.k.a. whistle pig) is checking to see if spring has arrived.  Silly rodent, he doesn't know that groundhog day isn't for another 24 days. 
Third, the boss ma'am is gone.  Highly irregular for her to be gone on a Sunday afternoon without the boss man.  I figure I should ask the neighbor dogs if they have seen her.  
Fourth, I want some biscuits.  
Fifth, I want some biscuits. 
Sixth, I want some biscuits.
There might be other reasons to bark later.  I'll just have to wait and see.

I went to the vet last Friday.  Seems like that has been happening a lot lately.  The bosses are trying to desensitize me to going to the clinic by feeding me Naw Somes.  I like the extra treats, but I still don't like going there.  Anyway, as I was saying, I had my fourth vincristine injection and my first CBC (complete blood count they tell me) since starting the chemotherapy.  The good news is that I continue to have no side effects from the chemotherapy (except that I'm extra hungry) and my blood results were completely within the normal ranges.  After hearing that, I took my second does of cytoxan.  I'm still feeling well.  I still chant "Die cancer. Die."  I think maybe it is working.  
Well, I have to go.  It is almost time for me to watch the Packers play the Vikings in the NFC north wild card game.  I'm a big Packer backer so I'm hoping for a huge Packer victory.  Go Pack!  Go!

Little Bit  (a.k.a. Barky Bit)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cancer story--1/5/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/43790</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 8 May 2005 06:09:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today is a good day.  I'm Little Bit, my bumps have gone down, and my kibble ration is going up toni ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today is a good day.  I'm Little Bit, my bumps have gone down, and my kibble ration is going up tonight!  Life is good.

So, maybe you have heard that I've been extra hungry lately.  The bosses have been worried that feeding me too much will make me gain a lot of weight.  They say it would be bad for my joints and that I've already had two too many ACL repairs.  But let me tell you, I'm nothing if not persistent (some say stubborn).  Finally, the boss ma'am tells the boss man to weigh me because she is going to increase my kibble ration.  It turns out that with all of the "extra" (their words-not mine) food I've been getting lately, I haven't gained any weight at all.  They think that a little extra in my supper bowl will get me to stop being SO demanding.  I'll let them keep thinking that... ;-)

I'll bark at you later.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Thanks to everyone!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/43615</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 7 May 2005 06:55:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/43615</guid>
		<description>Bark bark bark!
Sorry, I was so excited that I forgot to translate for all of you non-dog speakers. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Bark bark bark!
Sorry, I was so excited that I forgot to translate for all of you non-dog speakers.  Here it goes again.
Thank you dogster.com!  
Yesterday they made my diary the featured diary of the day.  In one day about 100 people and dogs checked out what I had to say.  So many of them asked me to be their pup pals.  So many of them said that they would pray for me that my cancer would be gone for good.  Everyone that emailed me was so supportive.  I just can't thank them all enough!
Oh, and before I forget.  Lyle!  Leave it alone!  The boss ma'am knows best!
Still, I'll try.  Thank you to all of my dogster.com pup pals!

Thank you Francis Rocks!
Thank you Yodi!
Thank you Calvin!
Thank you Spencer!
Thank you Stormie!
Thank you Nikki!
Thank you Chance!
Thank you Spencer!
Thank you Sparky!
Thank you Meatball!
Thank you spirit of Brandi!
Thank you Oz!
Thank you Willie!
Thank you Suzy Q!
Thank you Rocky!
Thank you Peggy Sue!
Thank you Snoodles!
Thank you Tinker!
Thank you spirit of Barney!
Thank you Skye!
Thank you Cheyenne!
Thank you Marlowe!
Thank you spirit of Dakota Sun!
Thank you spirit of Shawnee Skye!
Thank you Shanti!
Thank you Shiva!
Thank you spirit of Mister Wall!
Thank you Mia!
Thank you Phoebe!
Thank you Jacky!
Thank you Pinky!
Thank you Drakkar!
Thank you Eclipse!
Thank you Storm!
Thank you Denver!
Thank you Whisper!
Thank you Seth!
Thank you Ruari!
Thank you Quinton!
Thank you Shamus!
Thank you Eirn!
Thank you Tiki!
Thank you Chili!
Thank you spirit of Peanut!

Thanks again to all of my new pup pals!  I hope you all have days full of belly rubs and biscuits!

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cancer Story archives 1/4/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/43426</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 6 May 2005 04:58:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I know I've said it before, but prednisone is a funny drug.  I've NEVER been a morning dog.  Now tha ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I know I've said it before, but prednisone is a funny drug.  I've NEVER been a morning dog.  Now that I am hungry ALL THE TIME,  I get up as soon as I think I can possibly get some food service.  It used to be that I would get up for breakfast with the bosses maybe half the time.  Since I've been on the hungry maker, I always get up, even if I feel extra sleepy.  I figure I can catch a nap later, but I might not otherwise catch a bite to eat until lunch time.  Today when I got up, I went outside before breakfast and at 5:50 am I told the whole neighborhood "I AM HUNGRY" at the top of my lungs.  Even though I am a small dog, that is still pretty loud.  I think all of my neighbors love me.  I mean, come on, to know the Bit is to love the Bit.  They will forgive my little indiscretion.  Or better yet, blame Lyle, he, he, he!

I'll bark at you later.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cancer story--1/1/05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/43075</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 4 May 2005 12:11:03 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Na na na na na na na na.  
You say it's your birthday day.  
Na na na na na na na na.  
Well it's ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Na na na na na na na na.  
You say it's your birthday day.  
Na na na na na na na na.  
Well it's my birthday too, yeah!  
They say it's your birthday.  
We're gonna have a good time.  
I'm glad it's your birthday.  
Happy birthday to you.

Hi Everyone!

I'm eight today.  As you may know, seven was a bit of a tough year for me.  I had an ACL repair, a sprained shoulder and a lymphosarcoma.  I think that eight will be my best year yet.  I'm doing very well with my chemotherapy.  My bumps are shrinking nicely, thank you very much.  And importantly, I'm feeling good, I'm feeling fine and my tum is hungry all the time.   Oh, maybe that was supposed to be tail is wagging all the time...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cancer Story--12/22/04</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/42694</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 2 May 2005 17:31:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/42694</guid>
		<description>Why do alpha dogs get all excited about clean dogs?  During my walk today (which was too dang early, ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Why do alpha dogs get all excited about clean dogs?  During my walk today (which was too dang early, thank you very much), the boss man kept saying how excited he was to be having clean dogs soon.  When the boss ma'am comes home from work, she will undoubtedly be happy too.  Me, Lyle, we are sulking.  It is no fun getting bathed.  They say, what a wonderful gift to have clean dogs.  We say, what a wonderful gift to smell just the way we worked so hard to be.  

Okay.  That is enough of the negative stuff.  I am a dog after all, and dogs are well known for being good natured.  

The good news for today (unless you are a people, in which case it is more good news) is that the bosses can no longer feel any lumps.  I am not having any difficulty with my chemo, but thankfully, my cancer is.  I know I've said it before, but it is okay to repeat.  Die cancer. Die!  The boss ma'am read a book (the other boss is reading it now) called Help Your Dog Fight Cancer:  An Overview of Home Care Options by Laurie Kaplan.  It said that 80% of dogs go into remission and that 5 to 10% actually get cured.  I sure hope that means I'll be keeping my journal for a long, long time.

Little Bit (the good clean dog)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cancer Story-12/20/04</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/42378</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 1 May 2005 10:25:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/42378</guid>
		<description>In the medical world, it is well known that weight gain is a common side effect of taking high doses ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ In the medical world, it is well known that weight gain is a common side effect of taking high doses of prednisone.   Even sources like Petco.com say "Pets who take certain medications, such as prednisone and phenobarbital, often develop voracious appetites and will plump up accordingly."  My boss man had the problem (below).  Let me tell you, voracious isn't a strong enough word.  I am hungry.  I am very hungry.  I tell the boss man "Feed Me."  I tell the boss ma'am "Feed Me More."  When this all started I was at 23.1 lbs.  We will see where I end up.  I for one, know that I am beautiful at any weight.  My doctors think too much weight is bad for my joints.  Maybe I should think about having a Slim Fast for lunch.  Mmmm, chocolaty goodness.  Better yet, maybe a Slim Jim.  Mmmm, meaty goodness.

So, I'll leave you today with this thought.  Please send food.  I'm STARVING here and my pack doesn't seem to get it.  If next time you come, you can't find Lyle, well, let's just say, I warned you.

I'll bark at you later.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cancer story--12/19/04</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/41902</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 29 Apr 2005 04:44:32 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>My favorite author is Trixie Koontz.  If you haven't read her work, I'd highly recommend it.  One of ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My favorite author is Trixie Koontz.  If you haven't read her work, I'd highly recommend it.  One of the things that she discusses in her ground breaking work (Life is Good:  Lessons in Joyful Living) is the power of positive thought.  She speaks of visualizing the things you want, then sometimes you get what you were thinking about.  I tried it out yesterday.  The boss ma'am was making cookies and I was daydreaming about some of them falling to the floor.  And it happened.  Unfortunately, Lyle was quicker than me and he got most of the cookie.  Next time I will visualize him sleeping upstairs first.

So anyway, I think, if it works for cookies, maybe it works for lymphomas too.  I'll work on it and let you know how it goes.  Don't worry, I'll still take my medicine.  No shark cartilage therapy for this dog.

It is a cold one here today so I'm going to spend the afternoon laying in front of the fireplace.  I'm going to daydream about some rawhide.  I haven't had any today, but it might happen.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cancer story--12/18/04</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/41647</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 28 Apr 2005 06:16:32 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>First off, I need to say thanks to everyone that has been keeping me in their thoughts and prayers.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ First off, I need to say thanks to everyone that has been keeping me in their thoughts and prayers.  I appreciate all of your help and support.  My pack appreciates it too.  A dog likes to think that she has made a lot of friends along the way, and all of the phone calls and emails lets her know just how many people care.  One request though, if I may, when you tell me bosses to give me hugs and kisses, PLEASE don't forget to tell them to give me a biscuit or a rawhide from you also.  I can't stress this enough, while a dog needs hugs and kisses, a dog also needs treats.  In case you are afraid you might forget what to say, print this page out and use it as a template.

Give Little Bit a hug/kiss and a rawhide/biscuit/(insert other tasty treat here) for me.  

My pack will be busy on Christmas, so they decided to celebrate it today with gifts and food.  I really enjoy opening gifts and eating wrapping paper, so I had fun.  I got a SnuggleSafe (okay, so I already had opened that one) and some plush toys.  I like to rip the fluff out of them.  It is really fun.  

Have a great day everyone!  It is sunny and 50 degrees here and I'm off to take my walk.  

LB]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cancer story--12/17/04</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/41451</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 27 Apr 2005 06:18:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Today started out pretty good actually.  The boss ma'am didn't have to go in to work until 11:30.  W ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today started out pretty good actually.  The boss ma'am didn't have to go in to work until 11:30.  We slept in, had some oatmeal and banana.  Did some routine dog maintenance.  Then boss ma'am went to earn my kibble.  Of course, I didn't want her to go, but I understand the value of kibble and would not want to do without.  

Then Lyle, the boss man and I went for our daily walk.  It was a pretty nice day and we took the time to sniff the sniffs.  Then the boss's phone rang.  It was my vet.  She had tried to call home first.  Not a good sign.  

So while Lyle and I enjoy the Beaumont green space, the boss got the bad news.  The results came back and I have cancer.  Now of course, we suspected as much.  It is just that we were all hoping it was something else.   After a few tears and phone calls, I had to go to the Vet's office to get my first round of chemo.  

Now I don't want to minimize my dislike of going to the Vet's office.   The people there are great, but they just happen to have a bad job.  Anyway, I can say now, that the first round wasn't that bad.  I had an IV shot of vincristine and some oral cyclophosphamide, cimetidine and prednisone.  I'm still feeling good, feeling fine.  Tail's not wagging, but that is because I'm bummed about the news.  

It is biscuit time, so I have to run.  

TTFN,
Little Bit

P.S. I thought you all might like another update.  I am still feeling fine about five hours after my first treatment.  I am politely asking for Pop Tarts.  I'm a little sleepy, but that isn't unusual after any trip to the Vet's office.  The good news of the day is that I got my stitches out.  Also, that those mean, nasty old cancer cells got what was coming to them.  Die cancer, die!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cancer story--12/16/04</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140076/diary/Little_bit_the_good_dog/41204</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 26 Apr 2005 05:48:23 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Good Morning!  

Actually I'm not a morning dog.  It took a lot of thinking to get me out of my cr ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Good Morning!  

Actually I'm not a morning dog.  It took a lot of thinking to get me out of my crate this morning.  I was thinking, my crate pillow and blankets are pretty comfy.  But I was having this nagging thought that I could be just a little more comfortable.   That is when I had my best idea yet today.  I thought, "The boss man's pillow is really soft."  I think it has foam AND goose feathers.   Well you can bet that I got my dog bum out of my kennel and tried it out.   Now I won't lie to you.  It WAS very soft.  Just like I remembered.  But I kept thinking, something could be just a little bit (Hey, I'm Little Bit!) better.  What I needed was an external heat source.  See the pink thing above my crate, it is a SnuggleSafe pack that my boss microwaves for 2 1/2 minutes before bedtime.  It is very nice, but as you can see, they take it out in the morning.  No, what I needed was something my friends Monica and Aaron got for me last Christmas.  I needed my heating pad.  It offers the best of everything.  It is on a bed, so it is soft.  It always stays 20 degrees warmer than me, so it is warm.  And, it is in a room with a view of the street so I can bark as necessary.   The barking thing is important because today is trash and recycle day.  After the UPS and FedEx guys, the Mailman/woman and Puddles, the trash guys are my favorite people to bark at.  Well, at least favorite people to bark at that I haven't actually met.  I like barking at my friends and family too.

Oh, in case you are wondering about the cancer thing, we still haven't heard back from the Vet.  In the mean time, we are all still being hopeful.  We are living life as close to normal as we can and we are trying to live life to the fullest.  Yesterday was rawhide day.  It doesn't get any better than that.

Peace, out.  
Bit]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cancer story, 12/14/04</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 24 Apr 2005 06:01:44 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I woke up a little crazy today.  Felt like I wanted to claw someone's fluff out.  I thought maybe to ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I woke up a little crazy today.  Felt like I wanted to claw someone's fluff out.  I thought maybe today would be the day that I snap under the pressure.  

But then I remembered that you can catch more flies with honey (as we say here in the South) and I asked nicely for some Pop Tart.  I didn't get a lot, but I did get some.  I think Pop Tarts might just be the perfect food.  Things started looking up from there.  

It was cold here today.  Especially with my new furdo.  Lyle had to go the long route, but I decided to just take a short walk.  I have a very fashionable coat.  Some people think that it looks funny on me, but most people realize that it is canine couture.  Maybe the people that laugh think I'd look better in leather.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cancer story, 12/13/04</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 23 Apr 2005 07:04:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today I went back to the Vet's office so they could take a larger section of my lymph node for study ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today I went back to the Vet's office so they could take a larger section of my lymph node for study.  I was afraid to go, but at least I had my daily walk first.  I like to go two or three miles every day, except when it is raining.  I hate being wet, but I'm told that I have to go those days anyway.

Anyway, I had to stay at the Vet's office for several hours.  They gave me Domitor.  It makes me very sleepy and hard for me to use any of my muscles.   My pack thinks it makes me like a piece of cooked spaghetti.  All I know is that they do things to me after giving me the drug that I wouldn't want them to do.  If they asked me first, I'd probably say ok, but only if they give me a Naw Somes afterward.  But with the Domitor, I have to wait for hours before it is safe for me to eat.  It would seem like an eternity if I was awake enough to care.

So, aside from the really bad shave job (they cut me so bad I needed stitches!), the vet said that things might not be so bad after all.  The antibiotic treatment made my lumps smaller, which is a very good sign.   Maybe it is a better kind of cancer.   Better?!?  My vet  said maybe it is a thyroid cancer so I could have surgery.  Surgery doesn't sound good-I've already had three too many in my mind, but the prognosis might be better, so we hope.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cancer Journal Archives--December 11, 2004</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 22 Apr 2005 07:26:57 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My Vet called today to tell my pack that my initial lymph node aspirate taken last Tuesday showed th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My Vet called today to tell my pack that my initial lymph node aspirate taken last Tuesday showed that I had cancer.  Unfortunately, there were not enough cells taken, so I have to go back to the clinic on Monday to have a larger section of my lymph nodes taken.  

My pack took this news especially hard because I have been feeling much better since I started on antibiotics last Tuesday.  My breathing has been normal and I had been spending the morning begging for (well, maybe demanding) some of the Christmas cookies they were baking.   Also, last Wednesday, the results from my blood work were reported to my boss man and they were promising.  They told me that they were upset because they didn't want me to be sick and that I was over due for some good luck.  I guess I'm still over due.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hi dogs (and people)</title>
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				<pubdate>Mon, 18 Apr 2005 10:50:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Little Bit ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hello everyone.  I've actually been keeping a diary for a while now.  If you are interested, you can ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hello everyone.  I've actually been keeping a diary for a while now.  If you are interested, you can read about me at http://ourmutts.com.  I hope you enjoy.

Little Bit]]></content:encoded>
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