Two Tastee Treats!

Today, I lived up to my name because I was extremely Lucky.

The day started out not very Lucky because this morning mom took dad to work and I did NOT get to go on the car ride. Can you even imagine the nerve of all that? But, mom said she needed to go to the doctor to take care of this crud that she has and she was also going to drop off her resume to some different places. (And she did snag an interview for next week so finger's crossed, but enough about mom).

Mom came back around lunch time and she went to get a refreshing drink. I am not sure what happened next, but I heard a crash and a bunch of less than ladylike words coming out of mom's mouth. Mom dropped the egg carton and not a single shell was left in tack. And since mom does not really like eggs guess who got eggs for lunch? Me! They were very good and I heard they are good for my coat.

Mom did not give me all the eggs, because dad likes eggs and he will be having them for breakfast tomorrow. I will,no doubt, share breakfast with him.

I said this was two tastee treats and here is the other one. With apologies to Zadie and his Meatzapalooza (which is always the best) the thing that mom shared with me was the best thing I have ever had.

It's COOKIE DOUGH! Mom,being a girl,says that sometimes the only thing that works on the crud is cookie dough. So, although, the doctor gave her all kinds of pharmacuticals and a shot in the rear(OUCH), the cookie dough seems to have done the trick and mom is back to her old self.

I hope I don't have to wait until mom has the crud again to get more cookie dough.

Mystery Solved

Well, I know why mom was soo whiney yesterday. She is getting sick. She woke up this morning with a fever and swollen glands. I thought there must have been something not right cause mom is normally pretty mellow.

I shouldn't be surprised. I've been taking care of dad all weekend, too. He has the same thing. Wonder what they got into.

Well, it's hard being a doctor but I have to get my patients to bed. If only I knew how to cook soup.

Mother's Day

For Mother's Day I usually just rerun a very popular diary entry I wrote a long time ago about how I know that it is mom who does all kinds of nice things for me, but I like dad better; but today I think mom is feeling a little down in the mouth so I am going to be nice to her today.

Mom says she feels like she has had a pretty rough year and she has tried to keep a positive attitude and to keep the faith and it's ok for one day out of the year for mom to take out her broken heart and wallow in self-pity. She says she'll be back on track tomorrow.

Of course Big and Little and Jake and Luke did come over to save the day, but they came when mom had gone to the store so she missed them. But she enjoyed the gifts and flowers and cards and they made her realize that she is blest.

But for the rest of the day I think I am going to snuggle up close to mom and ignore dad at least for today. That will surely make mom feel better.

Redemption

I am glad so many of my pup pals understood when I asked for a bath the other day, but I feel I have truly redeemed myself today and my doggie status will not be taken away.

This morning I went out to play as normal. Yesterday was a rainy day and so there are plenty of mudholes around today. So I investigated them.

When I came back in the house I immediately jumped on Grandma's bed.(It's my bed when grandma's not here). I got muddy paw prints all over the quilts that were folded up at the bottom of the bed. I got muddy paw prints all over the sheets. I got muddy paw prints all over mom's white button down blouse she wears to job interviews.(I told her she should have hung it back up.)

I think I did enough good dog work today.

Confession

They say confession is good for the soul so I am going to tell you something I did and I hope you understand and not take my dog standing away.

The other day I went outside. There was a nice, big mudhole that seemed just perfect to roll in. But it wasn't. After I stuck my head in it I was filled with something sticky. It was not good and stinky, it was just sticky and uncomfortable. It was all over my head.

I came in the house and went right to mom. She was kind of busy so she really didn't pay much attention to me. So I went into the bathroom. Then I went to get mom. I did this a few times. But, I guess mom is dense. Finally mom decided to rub my head and saw that I had something sticky and yucky and uncomfortable on me.

Mom said:"Oh Lucky, you need to take a bath." That is what I was trying to tell mom. I went right into the bathroom and waited til mom filled up the tub. Then I stepped right into the tub.

Please don't hate me, pups. I know that baths are EVIL. I know I should have tried to get the stickiness off of me the doggie way by rolling in dirt and stinky stuff, but I figured a bath would just be the easiest way.

So I ask for forgiveness from all you pups because I asked for a bath and I was a good doggie in the tub. I promise next time I need to take a bath I will hide under the bed and I will jump out of the tub as soon as I'm all soaped up and I will run all around the house and jump on all the furniture soaking wet. But for this bath, please forgive me. Don't take my doggie status away.

Rain

I am not afraid of storms. In fact, mom calls me a storm chaser. Anytime it thunders or lightenings I want to go outside and get it. I would run all over the neighborhood chasing the storm. (I know it's not normal.)

But last night there was a BIG LOUD thunder storm. It was so loud and noisy that I woke mom up and not so I could go outside and chase it. I woke mom up so that she could pet me. Actually, I thought all the loud thunder and flashing lighting might be scary to mom so I woke her up to let her know that I am on the job protecting her and if she wanted to pat me all during the storm that would be ok.

She told me that I could sleep in bed with her, but I just don't feel right sleeping with the people. I like my own bed. So mom slept on the couch until the storm was over. I made sure she petted me the entire time.

Now I know it's Saturday and mom likes to sleep in on Saturday, but I think she slept in superlate today. I don't know why. The storm is over but everything is soo wet. There is no dry place for me to "go".

When mom FINALLY woke up, she asked dad what he thought of the storm. Dad said: "What Storm?"

I'm my mom's only Luck

If you are facebook friends with mom then you probably already know this news, but if you are not here is mom's bad news. She got fired from her job. It came as quite a surprise to mom and she really can't talk about it, but she is of course very upset. (If you want all the gory details in private you know how to get in touch with her). I am not so upset that mom does not have a job any more because I was getting lonely all day and now I have someone to spend time with and to actively ignore.

Of course this bad news goes on. The day mom got fired was the day our air conditioner broke. And now that mom is working, well, we are melting in the heat. Mom is running fans and keeping me supplied with ice water and popsicles. Plus she has an excuse not to cook.

The good news is everyone is healthy. Dad's knee is coming along great. He still isn't up to taking me for a walk, but he is able to go further each day without pain. Soon we will be back having walks in the park and canoeing in the lake.

Mom's sinus infection is completely healed up, too. And all the nasty medicine the vet made me take is doing the trick. I'm not itchy any more and my fur is growing back in my hot spot.

So I think that is good news. Plus now that mom is home we keep getting company. Today for instance, Jake, the orginal Big, came over to see mom. He got inducted into the honor society for Criminal Justice. He was totally dressed up fancy with a real necktie (not a clip on). He is finishing up his sophomore year and I know that he will be over to play with me and mom. Although mom says that she is looking for a job the sooner the better. So if anyone knows of anyone who needs a baby sitter/nanny, tell them to get in touch with mom. She is state certified and up-to-date in CPR and first aid.

Anyway, until mom gets a new job we would apprciate any prayers and good thoughts you can send us. (Plus any coooool thoughts until the air conditioner gets fixed).

Doctor Visits

Today must have been doctor day because everyone in my family saw some kind of Health Care Professional today.

Dad went to a physical therapy session. He is doing really well. Everyone is very surprised at how well he is getting along since his surgery. He says he could even drive. Although mom told him that she would drive, since he is on drugs. So dad went to PT and has lots of exercises to do. I am going to try to help him.

Mom went to the regular doctor. It was just time for a check-up, but she had been feeling poorly. Turns out she has a MAJOR sinus infection and the doctor even wondered how mom was even able to breathe. Mom told him she sets a goal, like in 8 hours I can go to bed, and then just powers through. The doctor gave mom some drugs to help her out too.

So with mom and dad both on drugs, you would think I would be safe from the vet visit. But, mom waited until after the visit to take her drugs. She loaded me into the car and away we went to the vet. I have some allergies and a hot spot and apparently the flea that lives on me is NOT my friend and needs to go. So I got a shot. And some antibiotics and a HUGE pill that will evict the flea.

So everyone in my family is on drugs. Cue the psychodelic music.

Taking Care of Daddy

Well pups, dad has finally had his knee surgery. Mom took him to the hospital this morning. I was NOT allowed to go. That's ok, I had to rest up to take care of dad when they got home, because mom is a terrible nurse.

When mom and dad got back from the hospital, mom said SHE needed to lay down for maybe a half an hour. Three hours later mom got up. Fortunately I was there to take care of dad. He just rested as well.

Then after mom got up, she left the house. She went to pick up perscriptions and get dinner and DO THE LAUNDRY! leaving me to take care of dad once again. Dad was up and could move around a bit. He took some medicine and played on the computer while I made sure he kept petting me to keep his blood pressure down.

Finally, mom came home and made us a delicious dinner of chix and microwaved mashed potatoes. And as a reward she took me for a walk.

Dad, by the way, is doing fine. His knee is a little swollen(mom left the ice bag out and forgot to make ice.) but he can get around ok and he says he can tell a difference already. So even with mom's bad nursing care, dad is recovering.

My new Magic Trick

Even though Easter is over, we have been eating delicious leftovers all week. Saturday, dad cooked up the last of the ham in a very tasty ham and bean soup. I got to gnaw on the bone. Mom meant to make cornbread but got busy doing other things so we just had some bread and butter to go with the ham and bean soup.

When mom and dad went to bed, they forgot to put the butter dish away. They left it out on the coffee table where anyone could reach it.

When we woke up this morning, the butter was gone! TaDa! Thank you. Thank you very much!