January 24th 2006 3:03 pm
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I can't believe how windy it is! M-- opened the front door for me and I decided I would rather not go outside right now, thank you.
The Santa Ana winds are roaring thru the canyon near our home and making so much noise I can barely sleep! I know I'm overreacting, but I can't help but bark at every noise. It's so disconserting. I didn't even notice when the mailman came today!
In addition, the air is so dry my coat is crackling with static electricity. I wonder if I can be a new non-polluting power source. M--says that it's a stretch to say I'm non-polluting. She has had to sit next to me after I've wolfed down a big meal. I never did learn to properly chew my food.
My leg is as good as new and I'm jumping and running like a puppy again. Still, when the cold wind is blowing, I prefer to jump up on that nice heated waterbed and curl up for another power nap.
M-- renewed my pet insurance today. She says it's one of the best investments she has made this year. She likes that no matter what happens, she will be able to afford to get me the best treatment. Sounds good to me.
December 31st 2005 11:56 pm
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This Christmas I got a great present, a Schwinn cart that attaches to a bicycle so I can go with my family on bike rides. It's fun to see people laugh when they see me enjoying my ride. We went to the park on Thursday and after an hour in the cart I was able to take a nice long walk and visit with other dogs and see the ducks. I was all tired out when I tried to jump into the front seat of the car. Somehow I didn't jump high enough, and as I fell I got my front right leg caught under the seat! Ouch. My leg was sticking out at a very strange angle, and I wasn't feeling very well.
My folks rushed me to a vet, and she took some x-rays which confirmed I had dislocated my elbow. While M-- held me the vet put a cone over my muzzle and had me breathe some strange stuff which made me very sleepy. It took a little while, but once I relaxed enough the vet was able to pop my elbow back into place. After another x-ray to confirm that everything was okay I was able to go home.
I was limping for a while, but by the next day I was able to chase the mailman! My elbow is still a little swollen, but when my vet called to see how I was doing, I was happy to report that I was recovering nicely, thank you.
I sure am thankful that there are wonderful humans who know how to take care of dogs when they are hurt. Thanks Dr. Long for being there for me.
Well, I need my rest now. I hope that everyone has a happy and accident-free New Year in 2006.
November 17th 2005 10:57 am
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I'm so excited. M-- is celebrating her birthday and there is cake, gifts and presents. All that happiness is catching and I can't stop smiling! Of course, I know that this is all about me.
I like birthdays much better than Halloween. M-- got me a penguin costume. I wore it long enough to take a photo, and then I wiggled out of it. I preferred a halloween bandana around my neck as I took up my post, alerting M-- when trick-or-treaters came to the door.
I just don't understand why M-- would give chocolate to strangers but not to me! It smells so good. I did get a new jack-o-lantern doll to play with. He is my new favorite for playing chase, but no matter where I bite him, he won't make any noise. I think every doll ought to come with a squeaker.
Hey, look at this. Leroy gave me a rosette. It doesn't smell like anything, but M-- says its a very nice thing that doggie friends do for each other.
Thanks Leroy. You look just like my freind, Snowie. She used to live across the street until her cancer came back. I miss her, so it is nice to find a new pal who looks like her. You have a terrific smile.
Wow, after all this excitement I need a nap. I prefer the foot of the waterbed where it is warm, but I can press my back against the footboard. I hope all my pup pals have a nice warm place to sleep.
October 14th 2005 10:16 am
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Yesterday one of my favorite humans came to visit me. He is an artist and he painted a portrait of me a couple of years ago. You can see I was having a blue day, and he really captured exactly how I was feeling.
We were having such a good time playing I didn't even notice the mailman! Usually I "go Postal" when the mailman invades my turf, but I was having too much fun to bother.
M got some cheese and I showed off my tricks. I will even go into another room on demand. I also gave "high 5's" on both sides, rolled over and played dead. M is such a critic. When she thinks my dead is not very convincing, she directs me. "More dead." And then I have to lie on my side and stay very still.
We played chase with my duck toy and then cuddled on the couch for a while. I love to get my face right into his. I noticed he didn't smell as interesting as he usually did--and then it hit me--he had shaved his mustache!
Still, he will always be one of my favorites. I hope he comes back to see me soon.
By the way--what is this with the low-fat cheese? Does my butt look big to you?
September 12th 2005 6:08 pm
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I always seem to know when M-- wakes up. My first job is to jump onto the bed and smell her face. I try to stand on her chest and press my forehead to hers. She calls it the "puppy mind-meld." She gives me a belly rub before getting up. This is one of my favorite rituals.
After she comes back from her bike ride, we play a game of chase with the duck. It was an Easter gift, about six inches tall with fuzzy plush. It makes a "quack-quack" sound when I shake it. We run from the living room to the bedroom. I snatch the duck away from her and skitter across the hardwood floor of the kitchen.
After a while, I'm panting and happy and ready to give up the chase and focus on breakfast. I get people food. Turkey and rice. I have this tummy problem that makes it hard for me to digest dog food, so M-- makes special meals for me. This suits me great, because I see myself more as a oddly short and fuzzy human rather than a dog.
Whenever M-- is in the kitchen I am right there, it is amazing what strange and wonderful treats sometimes fall on the floor. I will even eat some of them. I like tomatoes and red pepper, but not lettuce, cucumber or celery. I have no interest in bananas but love watermelon. The day M-- spilled the oatmeal container on the floor was a bonanza. I love that stuff!
I spend a good part of the afternoon alternating between sleeping on the waterbed and barking at the trash trucks. It was a good day for that.
Then at about 3 pm, the mailman comes. He tries to be quiet, but I hear him close the mailbox. I charge to the door barking wildly. I throw my chest against the door wildly until M-- gets to the door. Then she makes me sit and behave for a moment before opening the door.
Hurry, he's getting away!
I dash down the steps and bound across the yard to thrust my head between the fence pickets while giving full voice to my disapproval of all things postal. The mailman is sent on his way with my barking echoing in his ears.
Now it's time for a little more play. I have a variety of "Jittery Pets." They are small stuffed animals that shake when you pull the string. M-- has a video of me playing with one. I can pull the string all by myself and make the pet move across the floor. M-- says I'm a very smart dog, and wishes I would do this on cue.
Now, do any of you other dogs have a problem with snack time? I love getting treats. (People food only please.) Give me a dog treat and I will take it to the carpet and then roll and rub on it, but it never occurs to me to eat it! However, M-- always expects me to do something to get a piece of cheese (my favorite) or other snack. If it smells especially good, I start doing all my tricks without even being asked. "Rollover," "Dead," "High 5," "High 10," "Down." Whattaya want from me. No, no, not "Hold!" I have to sit still while she puts a treat on my nose. I can't move until M-- says "Okay" and I flip it into the air and eat it.
Some things are almost beneath my dignity. Almost.
I think I hear that cat in the yard again. Time for a barkfest. Later--Sebastian