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Today is my birthday...where's my cake?

August 15th 2005 9:23 pm
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I turned four today. Mom says that she is surprised that I made it this far. They don't call me iron guts for nothing down at the dog park.

I share my birthday with Ben Affleck, Napoleon Bonaparte and Debra Messing. But, if I saw Ben Affleck, I'd probably bark at him. Then Mom would give me a treat.

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Quick! Call poison control!

June 30th 2005 9:48 am
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Dad found me in the kitchen chewing on a package of Advil Cold and Sinus pills. I was perfectly happy sitting on my pillow enjoying the crunchy sounds of the plastic -- I don't know why he had to take it from me. Two of the pills were missing and two were crushed up, but still in the package. Mom didn't know if she had taken the missing pills or if I had eaten them. Uh oh.

The vet told dad to call poison control. Dad grumbled over the $50 they charge for dumbpug advice. However, they still have to admit that they want to keep me around. I was the center of attention but wasn't sure if that was a good thing.

Since no one was sure (including me) if I'd eaten the medicine, the poison control people told dad that he would have to induce vomiting. They told us to give me 1.5 tablespoons of hydrogen peroxide. Even I wouldn't drink that stuff straight. Yuck. It did taste pretty good when mom mixed it with a bowl of BBQ sauce. I licked up every drop. It was supposed to take 15 minutes for me to puke. Then mom would have to comb through it to see if she could find anything that looked like Advil. I had to stay in the kitchen while mom kept a close eye on me.

After 45 minutes and still no barf, mom was convinced that my iron guts had prevailed. She finally let me out of the kitchen. Of course, I got sick out in the living room. Mom held her nose as she looked through it.

Meanwhile, dad was back on the phone with poison control. They said to keep a close eye on me and to look for any signs of agitation that would be caused from the decongestant. Basically it would act like doggy speed and could make my heart shut down. The other main ingredient, ibuprofen, would be bad for my nervous system and possibly cause liver failure. I guess this was pretty bad. I licked myself.

I didn't show any signs of discomfort and it turned out to be a false alarm. However, the next day I was kind of sluggish and didn't want to play with Dill or move around much. At first mom thought that maybe I had actually eaten something. She was right...but it wasn't pharmaceuticals. I felt a lot better after I pooped out a big rock.

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uh oh...I don't like the look of this

May 8th 2005 9:25 am
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I barked nervously as my favorite couch was hoisted out of the house. All the memories -- gone! The sweet taste of the cushions, the crunchiness of the zippers, the satisfying rip of material...it was all gone. Now mom has a NEW sofa...she won't let me on it or even near it. She calls it the "three-foot-rule." At least Dill isn't allowed either. Hmmmph.

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Upset Pug Tummy

April 17th 2005 12:12 am
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I wasn't feeling very well today. Mom thinks that I ate something that didn't agree with me. Considering I can digest nails if I have to, it's hard to say what made my tummy feel upset. I couldn't even eat my food...usually I'm barking for my dinner two hours before it's time. Hopefully I'll feel better tomorrow. Dill is taking pretty good care of me.

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I shouldn't do that again...but I probably will

March 27th 2005 10:34 am
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My mom likes to cook a lot. My tactic is to wedge myself between her feet and wait for anything to fall. Sometimes mom doesn't seem to want me there...but I keep trying. She likes to use something stinky that I found out is called "garlic." Sometimes little pieces of garlic fall on my back. I get really excited...but also mad -- I spin and spin but can't reach them.

The other day mom was cooking something that smelled really good from my vantage point. Here it comes! Something small and red fell and I got to it before mom could stop me. Wow, that was a mistake. It made my tongue burn and my eyes water. I don't think I want to eat a chili again. But, then, it could be thumb tacks falling and I'd eat those. My memory's not so good.

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Foiled again

March 24th 2005 11:28 pm
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Today I ate half a roll of paper towel until Mom found me and took it away. She never lets me have any fun.

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I hate the rain

March 23rd 2005 4:41 pm
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I hate going out in the rain. Mom puts me outside, but I just stand on the back steps and bark. It's really important that everyone in the neighborhood know how upset I am. After I finally get to come back in, I like to pee on the oven when mom's not looking. She has to move the stove to clean up my mess. She's silly!

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