October 15th 2010 12:22 pm
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When my mom and dad take me out for a walk they take me around the yard and I take them to my favorite spot the side yard. It's not a very big spot in the yard but I like to "you know" there. Well one night my dad took me for a walk and noticed in the side yard stakes with caution tape. He came in and told my mom she said the neighbor had been doing a lot of work on his house maybe he sprayed something and didn't want me to walk in it. Because every time my mom and dad walks me the neighbor says hello waves and talks about how big I have gotten. He told my dad one time that when he was a kid he grew up in a house next to a house that had 10 English bulldogs like me! Well the next morning my mom took me out for a walk and saw the stakes in the daytime. Well... each stake marked a pile of poo! My mom cleans my poo about every other day from the yard. She says its her yard and I can poo in it! lol She also says that on the side that I like the walk on the neighbor only cuts 6 inches of that grass, guess that's his 6 inches? My mom and dad only have been in this house 7 months and wish that the neighbor that always seems so friendly and nice would have talked to them about my walking spot rather then mark it. What a way to make a good impression....??
September 1st 2010 11:45 pm
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Whewww I don't feel so good! Feel like I'm going to barf! Blahhh.... Ut oh... my stomach is churning now! I don't think I can wait til my "mom" gets down here **splat** Oh my another accident. I am such a mess and I stink! Wait... Is that "dad" coming down the steps maybe he will help me. Oh brother he wants me out of this cage but I don't think I can walk. Oh no here it comes again........! **splat** Food? I don't want that "dad." Maybe a sip of water ((gurgle)) blah... what's wrong with me!?
later that day...
I still don't want food and water and I'm just to weak to walk or care at this point. I really don't feeling like going anywhere "mom" I'm thinking, as she scoops me up and puts me in that car again.
Oh here we are again, Petsmart but, "mom" I really don't feel up to playing and If you think I'm going to that "vet" again forget it!! Oh whats the use I feel awful! I remember that nice man around the counter he's putting a paper collar on me and took me away from "mom" told her they would call her. Oh great my temp again!!!?? Stool sample? Medicine? And why do these ladies keep talking about parvo who is he? It seems like hours have passed. The nice ladies say that all my tests are good and that they will call my "mom" to come and get me. "Mom's" here. They told her I should take this medicine a half hour before I eat and eat a bland diet they said I must have got into something or ate something bad. The only thing I can remember is that yummy cat food that I found yesterday. I am really glad to see "mom" I know she really cares about me and I will be glad to get back home my new wonderful home with my mom and dad and two furry brothers. I know now I can really trust this woman as my new mommy.
July 15th 2010 5:59 pm
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So here we are at Petsmart. But this time we are not checking out toys or food we are just sitting over here in the corner of the store. A few minutes go by and I hear someone say "Luna"? I think that's me. That's what my "mom" keeps calling me. They put us in an even smaller room and told my "mom" to watch some video on wellness plans. After a few more minutes a girl comes in meets me, pets me, tells me how cute I am, then jams something up my butt!!! She says 101 that's good. Yeah whatever that means! She leaves thank goodness. Then another girl comes in she says shes Dr. Rock. She's petting me, telling me how cute I am too, she put some kind of round thing on me with a cord she says my heart and lungs sound good. "Mom" says I am here for my microchip. CHEESE AND CRACKERS!! That didn't feel good! They say I can't get lost now and gave "mom" a tag to put on me so the world knows I belong to her.
Leaving... Glad that's over!
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