Hitting the wall

Some people think that "hitting the wall" means, that is as far as you can go. NOT SO is what I have to say!!!

Not so long ago mom and I were playing with my almost indestructible ball, which as it turns out, is very destructable. I have flunked to the smaller version since I am now "handicapped" and can't mangage the big one. So of course my main goal is to destroy. Which I have done to two of them. Now I only like the little beat up ones. Mom has bought me two newer ones and I ignore them.

Anyway, back to my dog adventure...H I T T I N G T H E W A L L. So now I play an abreviated version of the ball game. Instead of chasing a giant hard ball around the back yard or the big basement, I chase a small one, pick it up in my actual mouth, and return it to mom or dad and they throw it again, down the hall of our ranch home. I still love the GAME.

So mom and I are playing. We are going good. Mom gets the ball and passes it to me, I turn, lose my balance on the slate floor, (by now I am going 75 MPH) I hit the wall, a giant crack fills the house with noise, mom is holding her head like it is going to explode, I do not miss a beat. I get to the little plastic piece of wonder, grab it by its neck, and beat it back to mom, who I just know is ready to make another pass.

Well, when I get back to mom, I sense she is holding her breath. She looks at me strange and proclaims that there is blood coming out of my eyebrow. (I have an eyebrow?) Anyway, she looks like someone hit her or something. I just want her to throw the ball. So she does. but soon she looks at the wall were it and I collided and it does make her wonder why I am not out cold on the floor. The wall is sporting a two inch hole in it, decked in my own hair.

So I punched a hole in our wall board with my eye socket...so you want to make something of it?? I didn't think so.

Mom had to go out for a while so she left instructions with my dad that if I started having hallucinations he should call her. Hey! I am fine, so I have a hard head...want to make something of it?? I thought not! I was only tryin' to have some fun!! And that is what I do EVERYDAY!

A Windy March Day

The wind is blowin' all the leaves and the trees around so bad that I have to squint my eyes when I go out so nothin' blows into them. I am feelin' OK since mom got me on the low dose naltrexone. In fact I have calmed down a lot! And my legs don't twitch like they used to do. That was a pain but now it is gone.

My eyes are not as wierd either but they still make me dizzy. The one thing that doesn't change is my drunken-like balance. I still am runnin' into stuff and makin' a fool of myself. But I don't care. And I don't complain about a thing cuz I don't think there is anything it would change. Mom says more people should be like me, even her. So I guess I am a good 'role model' of perfect behavior in the face of difficulites :)

So Today it looks like Bizzy and me will be hangin' out in the house a lot and probably no walkies for us today since we would need lead boots to keep ourselves on the ground. So I plan on digesting my breakfast, sleeping, asking for a round of ball down the hallway and maybe hang out in the kitchen when mom decides to cook something. Bizzy and I got new "babies" yestereday and I killed one right off.

Signing off now so I can go lounge around in one of my beds or watch out the window for something exciting to go blowing down the street. Then I can bark for a while and have some FUN!!

Turkey

I know it must be almost Turkey day since I have been eatin' it lately. I LOVE TURKEY. The real reason though is because I have been sick again and mom put me on a bland diet. Last Sunday I had to go to the emergency vet cuz my fever was makin' me sick. After mom paid with her life we went home and I did not get better. So on Tuesday I had to start takin' the dreaded prednisone again cuz the word immune came into the converstation. Well by that evening I was much better, so I guess I need to finish takin' that stuff.

I hope I get more TURKEY soon though cuz I love Thanksgiving and I would really like to have a little fun soon too! Gobbble...Gobble-yummm!

I love the Fall

My fav time of year! I love taking long walks with the family and finding big piles of leaves that people have raked up and then are too lazy to pick up and put in bags. I wade through them and find a good spot to pee.

The wind is getting cold now so a couple of times us girls have had to wear coats on our walkies. So far I have not had to put up with the dreaded snood. I can't balance myself so good anymore cuz I have something wrong with my central nervous system and it makes me dizzy. Today as I was trying to shed the coat, I shook real hard to dislodge it and flipped myself over on the sidewalk. I wonder if anyone saw my very awsome trick :o) Mom did and she always says, "Awwww, poor Odie!" when I do strange things like that. I don't actually think too much about it. It is just the way I am right now!

Mom is actually giving me methylcobalamin shots herself. She thinks I don't even feel it, which I must admit, I don't. But I am feelin' better for having them so I will not complain at all.

So the leaves are flyin' and the punkin's are all lined up outside the houses again. I love this time of year cuz I just wanna have some spooky fun!

I am still kickin'

Well, since I last wrote my health has been quite the subject of discussion around here. On Aug. 1 mom and I and my grandma took a long car ride. I like car rides. It was a very pretty drive through lots of wooded hills. Two hours later I met Dr. Engle. She is nice and gave me treats. Then she looked me over good. Then She stuck a whole bunch of little needles in me! It felt like bees were stinging me or I got into moms cactus. I tried to get them out a couple of times but mom convinced me to "let it be" so I took a nap instead.

Then we went home. Same scenic route. I went to sleep when we got home and when I woke up mom gave me supper. The rest is a complete blurr since I got very sick and puked and pooped until 4 in the morning. But the good thing is that mom slept with me that night. I can't puke in the house cuz I think it is wrong. So all night mom and I made trips to the backyard.

The next day I went to see my own vet. Too many doctors for my taste. He looked me over and then they took some of my blood. Then they say I have pancreatitis! What the heck is that? So then they proceed to stick me with a bunch of needles and say all this is good for me. THEN!! they stuck the big needle in the back of my neck and fill me up with water again so I look dromedary AGAIN! Why they think I look better as a camel than a dog is beyond me.

While mom is paying the nice people for taking care of me a lady looks at me and says "what a cute dog." I have water dripping out of the hump on my back and she thinks I am cute? Well that only tells me one thing...I must really be cute on a normal day!

I am feeling better now, a week later. I get to go around the block two times a day with my sister Bizzy. But this diet is really NOT very much FUN!

Goin' Back to the Vet in The Big City

I am not feeling so good. Mom has made an appointment for me to see a neurologist in Minneapolis next week. I like ridin' in the car so I am lookin' forward to the trip. I hope they can find out why I am not feelin' so good these days. Not havin' much fun, but mom is givin' me lots of good treats so I am not gonna complain any more about it for today.

Trouble follows me around :O-(

Seems like I am always gettin' some weirdo disease. Now I have something again that makes mom worry more again. She has been doin' a lot of readin' on the net. Seems this disease may be affecting my brain or my spine or something that controls stuff that my body does.

Me, I'm lettin' mom do the work of finding out what is wrong now. The vet put me back on that dang prednisone stuff which I do not like. But my weird symptoms are better now so maybe they can decide what I have or don't have. I guess right now I am not havin' that much fun because they are not lettin' me play with my big ball right now. When I do my leg goes lame again. So I am on ball "rest" as mom puts it. Dang. Just so they don't decide not to feed me, that would not go over so well!

Winter Sucks

I can't remember when I last had a walkie. I got the winter blues so I sleep more now. Mom makes me wear that stupid snood when I go outside so my ears don't get all weird with cold agglutinin stuff. Mom and Dad have gotten wise to my plan of getting them to play big ball 24/7. Now I am restricted so I have had to learn how to tell time myself, so they don't forget the FEW times I get to play which are at 9 am, 11 am, 2 pm and 4 pm. For a while I had them going alomst all day and then they started comparing notes and decided it was time for me to cool it, since it was the only thing in the world I wanted to think about. So I am a reformed ball player now and I can handle my four game limit. It is 5 pm right at the moment so I am finished for this day.

I don't see many critters in my yard either. The snow is so deep and it is so cold that me and Bizzy just go out to pee, in unison, and then mostly we just head back in. I do get to go to Grandma's house tomorrow though! My Dad is having the boys over to taste beer and I am not invited. The sissy Mrs. Bean has to stay for the party. I would rather go see Grandma and her mini-pocket pet, Malia.

Well, that is all I have to say except I do want to remind myself again that, Hey!!!! I am not havin' a whole lot of fun in this cold arctic place called Wisconsin in January!

Havin' Fun with Mrs. Bean

I call her a pip-squeak. She squeaks if I get to playful with her. But the really big news is that she has finally PLAYED with me. I have been waiting and trying to be patient with her for three weeks now. So, yesterday we had some real dog fun in mom's studio. Mom happened to be in there taking some pictures so she has them to prove that the Bean dog actually played with me, Lola!

She tried to bite my legs which I take to mean she really loves me. then she nipped at my face which I took to mean that she really loves me. Then she let me hug her with my neck and we did a little tooth fencing, one of my favs.

After that she sprinted out to the other room with me right behind her. We had a rousing game of keep-away (her favorite game) around the laundry room and family room. Then we both had to take a nap. It was a perfect day for me cuz I was Havin' Fun! with my new sister, at last.

I have a new companion

I thought after my brother died that I was going to be an only dog. Life settled down around here and I resigned myself to being the spoiled rotten dog that I deserve to be. I got to clean all the pans when mom cooked my food and I didn't have to share anything.

Then one day not so long ago mom took me to the animal shelter. I was so nervous being there that I peed on their floor. No one there seemed to care and someone mopped it up so I could be done being embarrassed. I remembered the shelter smell from when I was taken to one, so I figured I had been having too much fun (did I say too much fun?) and they were giving me to this shelter.

I was wrong though because the reason I was there was to meet my new sister. Her name was Penny but mom changed it to Missus Bean. I like Mrs. Bean but it is taking a long time for her to want to play with me. Still, I think it is fun to have her around and I love to chase her through the yard and the house. Boy can she run fast!

So, I am waiting around for her to get some spunk to her and take on a good game of dog fun, cuz I wanna have FUN!