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Thoughts on Food and Why I Should Have It, How I Might Get It, and They Must Pay for Not Giving Me All I Need!

11-14-09 I crossed Rainbrow Bwidge

I had been looking peaked to Mama..the short story is, the vet told Mama I had lymphoma and it had spwead. Me and Mama talked a wong time...I was tired of feewing bad, not being able to eat and dwink..I was weady to go ahead. I love my Mommy so much and I knew she would be so sad..I asked her to please not be. Mama gave me a wonderful gift when she let me go in such peace...in her arms, with kisses and her voice and lots and lots lof love...

Sushi--or Sashimi, whatever--those little fish just might be- tasty!

Yesterday I decided I would camp out at the goldfish pond--a forbidden practice SAYS MOMMY...yeah, right Mommy...I am older than you now so I think I am even Alpha over YOU. Those goldfish could possibly be tasty to a very hungry Doxie I was thinking...and then it happened...splash..I slid in the pond. The sad thing was, I had JUST had a nice bath an hour before...a nice bath and style and I was looking my supermodel best...and then I slid in that fishy smelling water...and I couldn't get out! Lucky Mommy and Daddy were not far and they heard me crying. Daddy pulled me out and then guess what they took me and did? ANOTHER bath for Chloe! More water than any little Doxie cares for in a day...and I forgot my entire quest for Sashimi...no snack...no treat for all my trouble. Daddy regirded the little fence that he fixed around the pond so that we girls cannot get to the pond again...you see, this is the second time I have FORCED it down trying to have my way with the fish. The last time was January and I fell in when it was cold and Mommy had to warm me up very slowly with warm water because I was freezing! Now Daddy has to be sure I can't outfox his fence again! I still don't know if those fishies are tasty or not...if Mama and Daddy want to keep them they might better start giving me what I want...treats and lots of them, maybe some nice crabcakes and just see food in general..yes, good ol' see food or those fish just might up and disappear fence or not...then they'll be sorry for not giving me enough food!!!!

The Cruelty of Summer

Summertime mean grills and all around my house AND even in my own yard people are grilling--hamburgers, hotdogs, steaks--everykind of delicious food. I sit by the fence with my nose straight up in the air about to PERISH from hunger and do you think anyone would have the decency to throw this darling little doxie the smallest tidbit? No! They stuff their own faces while I sit, skin and bones that I am, with no thought of the groaning, moaning, SOBBING doxie that NEEDS that nourishment to sustain herself for another day of hard work of watchdogging. (Taking care of these people is no easy task you know--you would think they would feed me better around here, but no..they take that stupid Vet's advice, like SHE knows what she is talking about! I'll have to remember to bite her the next time I see her--maybe that will be a nice snack) The world was a much nicer place when my people LEFT FOOD IN MY BOWL ALL DAY and then the Vet told them to MEASURE it and my world became living hell. Oh yeah, like those carrots they give me at night are supposed to be a real snack...I just know a gust of wind is going to blow me away one day and THEN THEY WILL ALL BE SORRY!