Not as fat anymore...

Thanks to Gram's amazing back surgery recovery and her taking me for daily walks, I've lost lots of the weight.

As a result, my limping is a lot better though my general laziness is markedly worse.


Mom wants to take me into the vet's office and ask to use the scale. She's guessing I'm around 85 lbs right now. Lookin' pretty darn good too (though my favorite way to show myself off by stretching out on the sofa for about 12 hours a day - then the bed for 8 hours more).

Fat...FAT....FAAAATTTT!!!!

98.4 lbs.



NINETY EIGHT POINT FOUR POUNDS!!!!



I blame Grandma. She had back surgery and didn't exercise me enough. Yeah - that's it. Its not like its my fat momma's fault.

I'm a good dog!

OK - It took five years, but I'm officially a GOOD DOG. I'd still never pass the Canine Good Citizen test, but my family thinks I'm 100% better than I used to be. ( I still can't do that "Mom leaves the room" part. I go whine and cry noisily - as demonstrated last Saturday at the Fire Hall fundraiser when Mom left to get us a hot dog.)

I did do one thing bad in the past couple of weeks. I was left on the porch for a bit with the cats. Well, I decided I didn't want to be on the porch (despite the bed and the chairs and the shade and the back room and the food and the water....). I took it upon myself to attain access to Gram and Pap's house.

First, I removed the screen from the screen door. I was very careful - only two tiny holes. I pulled the screen out rather than burst through it. See! I'm nice that way!

Then, I tried to jump through the window hole. It was a bit high and a little small. I hurt my belly pretty bad. But, I did get inside and snuggled in on the sofa to tend to my bruises. When Mom and the others got home - I didn't even get yelled at much. They were all Oooing over my poor bruised belly. In a few days, I was fine. But... they don't let the screen door window open at all any more.

Poo.

OK - the orange aint bad...

The orange is almost done in our house and its not that bad. Mom says "its warm and cozy". I just hope its warm in the winter - cause our house tends to be COLD.

The new sofa is WONDERFUL. I never get off of it. Mom is usually on the floor working on something and I'm laying sprawled across the new (almost) white sofa.

Life is grand. All is right with the world.

There's evil afoot - and its not me!

Mom spent the whole week home last week - and didn't do anything with ME! How dare she! Instead, she tore up all of my lovely green carpeting and started putting this hard, shiny stuff down instead! Its EVIL! When I run, I fall down. When I jump off my loveseat, I fall down. When I chase the cat... we BOTH fall down.

And... to make matters worse... she took away all of the furniture! Slippery floors and no place to sit. (As you all know, my bum is too precious to touch the plain ground - we must have upholstery.) She did leave my loveseat, but she keeps moving it around. And the cat is always on it and then Mom sits on it and its not big enough for the three of us (yet, we keep trying).

She mutters about the loveseat going away soon... what will I do then? Grandma says that it will look nice when the new furniture comes. I think its cold and slippery. And it looks like we're living inside a pumpkin. Why would Mom make the walls orange? She should have painted them white and black and grey - like me!

Tohbi: Older, Wiser, Lazier.

Mom takes me for long walks now and I have to DRAG myself home. What the heck? Can I get one of those doggy strollers I see on the TV? Three miles is TOO long and its TOO hot and its all uphill. Ugh.

The neighbors got a dog. Now I like to go into their yard and pee all over the spots that she has pee'd on. Mom yells at me. I laugh! HA! You forgot to put the e-collar on me so witness the wrath of whizz! You cannot catch me puny human. You must wait until I decide to return because I can't see you and you may have left without me (and then you lock me in the bathroom... nasty human... why do I care).

I am now a adult catahoula and I have adopted the traits of my kind. Strangers suck. I don't like you so don't pet me. Kids are OK (mostly) because they smell like cookies. But the big ones can just go away. You are not my family and you do not exist to me. Mom tries to make me be friendly, but I am 'aloof'. The big humans look frowny and my Mom just shrugs.

I cannot help it that I am so darned good looking that they all want to bask in my glow. I have no patience for this. If you love me, bring me food - otherwise, just go away. I shall accept Slim Jims as offerings. Go forth, lowly humans, and bring me beefy treats and I shall give you a few minutes attention.

I'm a killer....

I killed a baby bird today. I didn't mean to do it. The cat made me do it. Riddick was very happy to play with the little dead bird - but it was me.

I felt so bad. Mom saw me slinking around the house. She called me. She knew I'd done something as soon as I made eye contact with her. She called me again, but I knew she'd be mad - so I took off for a long walk. I'd let Mom cool down a while. I roamed in the pasture field until the house was just a little speck - then I came back.

The bird was gone, but I looked all over for it anyway. I hope it woke up and went away. It must have because Mom wasn't that mad at me. I did get a talking to for not coming when she called, though.

Give me the boots! Please!

OK - its just COLD here. I can't TAKE it. I'm going CRAZY sitting in the house. I need to run.

It hasn't gotten about 10 degrees here all week. In fact, it's usually around 5. That darn cold. Mom got me these icky boots for my sensitive feet and I don't even fight anymore. Put them on me, please. At least I can run around for 20 minutes or so with the boots. Only Mom puts my boots on - Gram and Pap don't 'cause I'm "a pain in the a$$". Without my bootes, I just run out, pee and come back. Yikes.

I'm so bored! And I'm getting fat. Stupid Groundhog! He was WAY off! Spring is NEVER going to get here.

Day Care

Well, Pap had to go into the hospital again. Mom was going there with him, so there was nobody to watch me! Oh my!

I had to spend the dark hours all alone. I was mad and scared and the cats teased me. I ate a bag that Mom left by the trash can. Tore it up to millions of peices. Silly Mom - what was she thinking. Its almost like she left it there on purpose so that I wouldn't eat anything important.

After the sun came up, MOM CAME HOME!!! YAY. Bark, wiggle, bark, jump. She made me pee and then she put my seatbelt on and loaded me into Gramma's car. Yay!!! Then we went into a store and Mom talked to a girl for a while. Then the GIRL STOLE ME FROM MOM!!! SHE PUT ME IN A CAGE! I bucked and fought, but she pushed me in there. Oh Gosh - Mom. Where are you?

I watched some others dogs get haircuts by some nice ladies for a long while. Then some people let me out to play with other dogs! I got yelled at some for being to rough. I guess I didn't listen so good so they tried to put me in a plastic cage. NO WAY! I HATE THOSE PLASTIC CAGES! I guess I gave them a pretty hard time. Later, they put me back in the metal cage where the haircut ladies were. I like that a little better.

I got to play with some doggies for some part of the day. I could run and play if I was good. The had a low door that I jumped over and tired to run away, but they caught me and pulled me back into the room with the other doggies. Then they closed the top part of the door.

At least I got to play. I liked that. I got all frothy and worked up with excitment. There was a boy guy there who played really well with me - not the froo-froo fluffy ones. He liked me.

Then the half door opened up and MOMMY WAS THERE!!! SHE FOUND ME!! I barked and jumped and clawed and finally got to her. I jumped and wiggles and barked to tell her to NEVER LEAVE ME AGAIN.

I don't think she listened 'cause when she went to give the lady money - it wasn't very much. Mom said "Wow - thats a great price for over six hours! I should leave him here everyday!".

The lady at the counter turned around really quick and said "Uhm, - NO"

Something new in the house...

There's another creature here. I didn't like it at first, but now its getting interesting. It looks like Ushi, but smaller and skinnier. It won't sit still long enough for me to sniff it thoroughly. Its annoying at night - it makes noise in bed. Mom hasn't named it yet, so maybe it won't stay. Ushi seems to hate it - she hisses alot. Its black with yellow eyes. Mom says I shouldn't lick it too much until we get it to the doctor. I think its a boy like me!

I'll let you know more when I figure this one out.