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Center of attention is my middle name. Pet me! Pet me! Pet me!
Lucky told me about the Thunder Monster. I didn't know about that until then. Now I try to hide, when the Monster is around. Mom says I am too big to fit in the kitchen cabinet. How does she know? She never let me crawl in all the way!
I like to chase balls. Fluffies that squeak are cool, too. Yeah, yeah, I know that my cat siblings don't count, but I can chase them, right?
I love a lot of different foods but anything that tastes like beef is dogilicious!
Where I find the most doggy newspapers - I walk anywhere I am allowed to. I like to visit my Lab cousins, where my long-eared mule sibling Willie is living. We chase the Amish buggies along the fence line- a lot of fun.
I am the Houdini of making unattended food disappear > Foodini
When we moved back to the US from Turkey in 2003, we decided that it was time for Lucky to get a permanent play buddy. Like all our kidz, we were looking for a furbie that needed to be rescued.
One day, while surfing around online, we looked for another Aussie mix on PetFinder...and saw the strangest looking doggie in the listing: Mickey Blue Eyes!
We were very intrigued and made an appointment with current caretaker of Mickey at Mrs. Doolittle's Pet Hotel in NC. It was a 6-7 hour ride to visit Mickey and have Lucky meet his potential new brofur.
Oh my, what a cute doggie Mickey was! He was a little shy for a short time but then engaged in the sniffing game with Lucky.
To make it short...Mickey Blue Eyes was going home with us that day. He was adorable and interesting. Still young, about 18 months old...so a good play partner for our then 6 1/2 year old Lucky.
The drive home with both poopers on the backseat of the Lincoln Towncar was a little stressful for a bunch of miles, as Lucky needed to establish that it was HIS car and HIS backseat. A lot of growling but nothing bad. Mickey just had to stay on his half of the seat. :-)
Mickey has since been a great companion and cheerful furbie to live with. He is very expressive in many ways and always finds a way to crack us up.
I am, therefore YOU love me!
- Neville, my NEW brofur and play pal. He's a Belgian Tervuren mix or something...
- Nogie, my non mouser brother
- Lucky, my older Aussie/Border Collie bro
- Red River Willie, my favorite cool Mule
- yeah, those 11 outdoor cats that sneak in
I love to:
We wish you a fast recovery from your new surgery!
Go over to my cousins at Fort Labrador, where my goofy hunting mule brother Red River Willie is hanging out.
They have fences everywhere and we dawgies have a big area to run around in and woof at everyone and everything, who comes along the fence line.
I love barking at the Amish buggies and those short eared critters pulling them.
Willie is my favorite over there. He looks kinda weird. Those long ears and all, but I love him. I give him kisses and we play along the fence line. We race each other, and he learned to hop around like I do, when I am excited. I think, he even tries to sound like me sometimes. :-)
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August 13th 2010 7:04 pm
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Woof! I feel like yodeling!
My new brofur, Neville, moved in with us a week ago and have we had a superb time together since! Yodel-dee-dee! I am sooo happy!
I might even start to paw-plattler like those strangely dressed hoomins in Bavaria, Germany!
Neville and I have been romping like little pups! Actually, he still is a pup...more or less. Barely two years old.
E-N-E-R-G-Y like me when I was that age. I have to admit that I have my moments when I can't catch my breath as easily, when we play rough for a long time. Ha, ha, yeah, me olde fartsie is not a spring chick anymore!
Neville is soo much fun. I am having a great time with my new pal. I know that Lucky(In Loving Memory) is smiling down on us! He must also be happy to see that I keep Neville a little under control when he gets to flippy. Otherwise, I am sure, Lucky will come down here from the Bridge and nip Neville on the ears! You go, Lucky!
Gotta go for our late night romp now. Bye, bye, more updates soon.
July 1st 2010 9:19 pm
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It's been six days since my surgery and I can happily woof that I am feeling better! YAY! Woof! Meow...uh, that sounds wrong...Arf!
It will still take a while until I will be up to my old self, but I think it is looking preeetty good.
Woof you fury much fur the nice get well wishes I received. Those must have been the main reason that I am feeling better now. Well, that and Mama's great care.
There is one tiny detail in Mama's care program that I do not like fury much, no matter how well it is meant. She made me a "Diaper Dog" again! Fur milk bones' sake, do I have to take this?
Wanna know what the Diaper Dog looks like, in case you have not seen photo evidence? I have to wear a T-shirt that is knotted on my back, plus I have to wear a blankie (for barking out loud!) with holes cut fur all my paws, which is knotted up on my back too. This way, my dear hoomin will keep me from scratching my three surgery wounds.
Ookay! I see her point. I got a real bad infection after my last surgery from scratching like crazy. That made me The Diaper Dog in the furst place. NO FUN! Believe me.
The mousers in our household, as well as all the outdoor kats are laughing their little furry tushies off, efury time they see me! They point their little paws at me and start waddling like a hoomin baby in diapers.
Who can stand such an embarrassment? I need a pill or at least fresh steak efury day to keep my sanity!
Today, Mama was so nice to take the blankie off when she walked me all the way to the main street to get our mail. Now THAT was fine, because I have worn T-shirts as a fashion statement befure.
Well, I thought I needed to share this with all my Dogster and Catster Furiends. You better hear it from me than through exaggerated rumors by one of my mouser relatives. (Yes, you out there...you know who I am referring to...)
Thanks again fur your kind words and get well gifts on my page. I am not through the whole healing yet but with Furiends like you, I am sure I will recover completely.
Have a grrrrrrrreat 4th of July weekend!
Mickey, the Diaper Dog... :-)
June 25th 2010 9:40 pm
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This morning I had to go to the vet to have surgery for my three new lipoma. Boy, that was something! The surgery was scheduled for about 09:30 and they knocked me out alright!
I don't remember much but waking up and feeling woozy and weak. The bigger problem was all that pain that I had and did not know why.
Hey, I am a doggie. I do not understand this stuff like my hoomins do. When they came to take me home in the afternoon around 16:00, I still could not get up, not even lift my head.
Mama was very sad. The vet came to pull me out of the cage and THAT hurt like crazy!!! What was everyone thinking? Okay, they had to get me out of there, but Maaaaan, I did not want to be touched if it hurt this much.
When they finally managed to get me out of the cage, they put me on a stretcher to carry me to the car. I was so grateful for that. There was no way I could have walked at all.
I did not know there were doggie stretchers!
My pawrents talked about the size of all the lipoma masses that had been taken out. All together they were over 2 lbs - biiig pieces! I have three cuts on my torso. One is very long on my right side, the other one starts on my front chest and goes around to the other side. The third one is small.
Mama rode with me in the trunk area of her SUV. She held me in place when we drove around corners and up a hill.
At home they schlepped me on the rubber mat from the car into the house and on the big pillow.
After a few hours my pawrents gave me some water. I wanted a whole bucket, I felt so dehydrated!
I did not move until I had the feeling that I needed to go outside, which was shortly before midnight. What an act it was for Mama and Dad to get me up without hurting me more. It took fuuuuurever, but they had all the patience I needed from them.
Outside, I just stepped off the bridge to peepee, but it did not work. What is wrong with me now? Mama is very concerned about my kidneys. Maybe tomorrow all this will be easier. My pawrents helped me back inside and I flopped down on the floor in the living room. Did not want to go back on the pillow.
I am not feeling good. By now I should be more mobile. I had surgery like this last year. 2 incisions. I could proudly walk out of the vet's office. I was also mobile by evening. Wobbling but mobile, when I had to.
This time it is all very different. Is it because I hurt more? It was a big surgery. I don't know. I just want to feel better again.
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