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A new den

That's why my person has not been keeping up with my diary properly. We packed up all of our things during the summer and had them brought to the den where our big buddy lives. It's so far away that we can't see our SD friends any more.

I got to hang out with Ollie a lot before we left, because his people helped us shovel our things into boxes. Ollie and I were prepared to help, but there was no time for jumping into boxes or chewing on them. Our people were moving too quickly! We never would have finished getting packed without our pack. My person didn't want to leave our friends, but our big buddy needed us and we need him, too.

The next day, people came and took all of the boxes away and we played fetch in our empty den one last time before hopping into our traveling den for the trip to our new den.

I made a lot of new friends at the hotel where we stayed on the way. Of course, BOL! Everybody loves me.

I don't know how my person found our new den. I couldn't smell our big buddy at all, but when we finally slowed down, I sat up to see him standing in front of our new den. Yay!!!!

My new den has stairs. I love to run up and down and up and down as I follow my person around. I have a new bed, too! It used to be part of a papa-san chair and it is huge! All of my friends could fit on it with me if they could visit. Or if we could take my new bed to visit them, I'm sure we could fit it in our traveling den...

It's almost time for my big buddy to wake up and come downstairs to pet me before heading away in his traveling den to earn our living. I have to choose a toy and get into position so that I can help him put on his shoes.

The dreaded cone

I don't know how it happened, but I was rushed into surgery yesterday to remove an infected cyst.

It was perfectly okay until the vet stuck a needle in it last week and sucked out a bit to test for malignancy. Benign. Tiny thing, didn't bother me a bit. Suddenly, it was growing, though.

So now I wear The Cone and can't play indoors or out and have to lie in my crate and can't chew on my bully sticks without help because I can't use my paws!

Our friend Linda come over yesterday specifically to entertain me. We had planned on going out to lunch with her, but since I'm stuck here, she brought the fun to us.

I love her so much! She knows just how to scratch underneath a cone and get to the best places.

Just another 5 or 6 days of this. Let's see if I can drive my human nuts. BOL!

A new friend

I have a new friend to play with in the morning at the dog park. Ace, the little husky who won't take no for an answer.

My person is very picky about whom I get to interact with and after watching Ace from the other side of the dog park, she thought he would be safe to play with.

She was right! At first, I was sort of annoyed by his shenanigans. I just wanted to chase my ball. But then he won me with his sunny personality and invitations to chase him.

He can't run super fast -- he has a couple of pins in a hip from being hit by a car before he was adopted by his person -- so he jumps up on the picnic table whenever he wants some space.

I may not jump up on the picnic table, even when off-duty, so I wait for him to stop teasing me and jump back down so that we can wrestle some more.

My person is not doing the best, but we're getting through our days. She's still doing that boring thing where she uses a handful of sticks to tangle yarn together into socks (not for ME thank goodness). We're taking lots of walks, too. She doesn't bring her sticks and yarn on walks, so she pays a lot of attention to me.