I've been tagged!

Oh no, I've been tagged! Lakota got me.

Here are the rules (Hint: Copy and paste the rules so you don't have to type them again):

Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged, need to post in their Diary the rules & their 7 pawsome facts. Then choose 7 dogs to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to bark them a pmail that they have been tagged and to read your Diary, or, send them a fun Rosette announcing they've been Tagged!

So here are 7 fun facts about me...

1. I absolutely, positively LOVE water!!! But then again don't all labs?!
2. My mom got my name from a character on her "soaps".
3. I love to wear clothes.
4. I chase the light from flashlights.
5. I've been told my stomache is like a bottomless pit!
6. Whenever I want a treat I just sit in front of the pantry door and won't budge until I get it.
7. I'm a "professional" cat herder!

My 7 tags are:
1. Pogo
2. Helix
3. Kasey
4. Axel
5. Dixie
6. Burrito
7. Bubbles

The Diagnosis

Wow, I just realized how long it's been since I wrote my last entry. Way too long, that's how long. How wrong of me to leave you guys hangin' like that, wondering how my health is. Or do you even care, *BOL*. Either way, I'm gonna tell you the rest of what happened anyway, so just suck it up and read!!!

So we were in the exam room and mom had just finished blabbing about all of my personal issues when the Vet guy got up and said he was gonna do a full body exam. A full body WHAT? OH HECK NO!!!! You're not putting your hands anywhere near me. Okay, so I'm all talk 'cause I didn't put up any fight while he was examining me. That is unless you count whining! I admit I can be quite the whiner when it comes to the Vet's office. Mom says I'm such a big baby. No I'm not. It is perfectly fine for a grown girl like me to shed a few tears. I mean so what if Paris is so much braver than me. She doesn't let out a single peep. She just stands there all quiet and still. Can you believe that? It's so not fair that Paris has to make me look so bad when we're at the Vet. She makes me come across as some sort of a sissy. At which I'm definitely not. After all, Paris, who was the one who saved you from the huge Rottweiler? Huh? That's right, it was me, but that's a whole different story. I'm not a sissy, uh uh, no way.

Back to the rest of my story....
The Vet was very thorough about checking my health this time. He checked the usuals, you know the eyes, teeth, ears, etc. My ears were still bad. I still have an ear infection, going on 2 months. No wonder I shake my head so much. After doing the basics, the Vet continued on to checking all of my joints. After doing so he went to sit back down and he wrote a bunch of stuff down. I wonder what he wrote. Maybe something really cool and secretive. Or maybe he just wrote down everything that was wrong with me. Trust me, there's a pretty hefty list. The Vet then preceded to ask mom a series of odd questions, one of which was, "Did you notice that her back legs are kind of crooked?" Hey, don't you be making fun of my legs! Mom replied, "Yes, she's had that her whole life." The Vet then replied, "Exactly." Okay..... so what's that supposed to mean? Who knows what that guy was talking about! *BOL* He then went on to tell us that I have something rare... something that he has never seen in a dog my size. He told us I had luxating patellas. The Vet also said that they usually only seen this type of condition in toy breeds. Yay, this means I'm special, right? Nope, not this time. Because of having luxating patellas I also have arthritis in a lot of my joints. Yup, it's certainly a joy being me! That's not even the end of my illnesses. To top it all off, I also have.... drum roll please....... hypothyroidism. Yay me!!! My mom was the one who actually diagnosed me with the hypothyroidism.

We had gone to this same Vet a month before this visit and the Vet didn't know what was wrong with me. He was pretty much no help to us. After returning home from the Vet that time, my condition continued to worsen and worsen. It got to the point where I didn't want to do any of the things I loved doing. I wouldn't play, I stopped wanting to go on walks.... that was the last straw. Mom knew there was something seriously wrong with me when I stopped wanting to go on walks. So anyway, that's when mom called up the Vet and demanded more blood tests. She told him the ones she wanted and after my body exam, the Vet took blood samples and sent them off to the lab. The only thing mom really wanted me tested for is Hypothyroidism. She was 100% certain that was what I had. Sure enough, mom got a call from the Vet the day after my visit and he told us the news. Mom was right all along, I have Hypothyroidism. I am so proud of my mom, though it's pretty sad that she was the one to actually diagnose me and not the Vet. Maybe we should consider a change in Vets, or better yet not go to a Vet ever again! That would be so awesome, a world with no Vets! But then again, I would still be very sick if we hadn't gone to the Vet. I guess the Vet isn't all that bad after all. That was my crazy and very frustrating Vet adventure. A lot of worrying and close to a thousand dollars later, I'm on the road to recovery. A road that may never end, seeing that I probably have to take my Thyroid medication for the rest of my life. Oh well, at least I have a good home with many people that love and care about me. I wish I could say that about every doggie. Sadly, there are so many animals that don't have such a great life. Some many of these poor souls are abused, mistreated, and end up at shelters. What a sad life. I wish everyone had a wonderful loving home like me. It's just not fair.

I've got to go for now. My paws are starting to hurt from all of this typing!!! *BOL* Stay tuned for upcoming diary entries. I have so much to talk about, including our awesome trip to the beach!

♥ Many Kisses ♥
Cassie

The "Special" Place

I was all excited last night because mom told me we were going somewhere "special" tomorrow. Come to find out, we have very different opinions about what a "special" place should be. I woke up early this morning and couldn't wait to go to the "special" place. When mom finally woke up I got all wiggly and couldn't help but follow her everywhere. When she got down the stairs she stopped suddenly and shrieked, "Oh...my...God!" I was completely startled. Uh oh, what did I do now. Whatever it is, I'm innocent... it was... it was... Paris. Yeah, Paris did it I saw her! Obviously we were talking about two different things because mom then said, "Geez I can't believe we missed your appointment." My WHAT? Lets just say the so-called "special" place we were going was to the Vet. Come on mom, the Vet is not a special place. It's pure evil. Evil I say, evil. Right then I was sort of relieved because we had missed the appointment so therefore I had dodged the bullet, right? Wrong. Just then the Vet called and asked why we had missed our appointment. Mom was very apologetic and asked if they had any more openings for today. I crossed my fingers, hoping there wouldn't be any more openings, but ofcourse there were so mom set up an appointment for noon. Just when I thought I was off the hook... this happens. Grrr!!

The wait in the exam room was quite agonizing... and extremely quiet I might add. It was one of those times where it's so quiet you can hear a pin drop. Boy do I hate those moments. Anyway, the vet comes in and has a short chat with mom and she spills about all of my problems. Thanks mom, I'm glad you feel it's alright to share a girl's personal issues. Haven't you heard of privacy or personal space? The worst part... you did so right in front of me. I know people say they don't like to be talked about behind their backs, but come on we were in the same room... I was sitting right next to you. We're gonna have to have a long talk about this mom! *BOL*

To be continued.......

♥Many kisses♥,
Cassie

Don't Get Me Wrong....

I realize that I may have come across as a bit mean in my last diary entry so I've decided to clarify a few things. Just so everyone knows, I love Paris. She is my best friend, and like most little sisters, she gets quite annoying at times or even all the time! *BOL* Just don't tell her I said these things about her cuz then she'll follow me around even more than she does now. And let me tell you... that gets old really fast. I don't know how mom can put up with Paris following her around 24/7, 365 days a year! When mom's busy working on something and Paris gets bored, she starts to follow me around the house a copies whatever I do. Mom thinks it's sooo cute but I, one the other hand, find it annoying. Geez, keep your distance Par, you're invading my personal space!

Another thing I thought I should clarify is my plan. I wasn't actually trying to "pounce" on Paris. In reality I just got over excited when I saw mommy sitting on the floor that I went to go tackle her! Unfortunately, I missed mommy completely and accidently stepped on or "squished" Paris. I would never purposely try to hurt Paris, cuz like I said, I love her lots! I added most of the stuff I wrote for dramatic reasons! I had felt so bad after accidently stepping on Paris that I showered her with many kisses! Those seemed to help a little, except for the fact that she was completely soaked in my drool! Mom had to give her a quick bath, which Paris absolutely hates! So maybe my ingenious plan had worked after all! *evil barking laugh*

Well, thats all for now cuz I have run out of things to talk about at the moment! Don't worry though cuz Plan B is to go into action shortly! Oh, and remember: Don't tell Paris I spoke highly of her!
Many kisses,
♥ Cassie

Life after the big party...

First and foremost, I would like to send out a big Thank You to Aramis for the wonderful Rosette she gave me on my birthday! It sure made my day!

My Birthday has come and gone in what seemed like a matter of seconds. I guess that expression, "Time flies when you're having fun", really is true. Okay, so my birthday was actually more like a couple of weeks ago, but at the time it felt like it was a short-lived day. Why can't the whole birthday ordeal happen every day? You know what I'm talkin' about... the cake, the presents, the party-goers. That sure would be the life! You know what... what am I complaining about? After all, my mom is known to bring us home lots of toys and treats randomly. Just for the hech of it! So I guess you can say we do have birthdays all year long! Pretty cool, huh? Though I might add that some of us are way more spoiled than others... *cough* Paris *cough* I tried to fix that problem the other day, though it failed miserably. I had this ingenious plan that would put me at the top and Paris would be a thing of yesterday! Muahahahahaha! :p

The Plan
The first part of my plan consisted of me "up staging" Paris. I waited until mommy and Paris were sitting together. Ofcourse that didn't take long because the little brat follows mom everywhere like she's her freaking shadow! Come on people, have you heard of invading of personal space? Geez, mom doesn't need you to wait outside the door while she uses the bathroom. Though I'm sure Paris would be more than happy to follow mom in the bathroom if mom had let her. For dog's sake give her some space! Anyway, back to my plan. I was hiding in the dining room, peering around the corner and waiting for my plan to unfold when I had this terrible itch that I had to scratch. But don't worry, it had no affect whatsoever on my evil genious plan, thank goodness! Just then I saw from the corner of my eye the two of them walking into the "family room." The meer sight of that little brat following MY MOMMY almost made me sick. Okay, so I didn't even "almost" get sick. In fact I just added that part for emphasis, but anyway back to the point. Mommy and Paris walked into the family room and sat on the floor. Ofcourse Paris was curled up oh so comfortably in mommy's lap. Grrr. The fact that they sat on the floor was a huge plus for my plan! Finally my ingenious or what some may call an "evil genious" plan was starting to unfold! I slowly moved from my perfectly mapped out spy location and did one of those... umm, ya know "army roll" type of things that you see in the movies any quietly crawled across the floor. When the "target" was in sight I quickly sprung to my feet and sprinted full speed towards my target, before coming to a complete hault about a foot or so from them. At that point I turned on what I like to call the "wiggle," which is the whole happy-go-lucky, wiggly- waggedly cutsie puppy! I then proceeded towards my target and pounced, yes you heard me right, I pounced right on them! Paris immediately let out a high pitched, ear-piercing yelp that could shatter windows everywhere, though it didn't. Mom quickly pushed me off of Paris and hugged her tightly, consoleing her every little cry. During this time I was standing right in front of them in complete awe. There I was with this ingenious plan to squish Paris like a bug, so that mom would hate her like she hates bugs. Well, let's just say that my plan completely backfired. Somehow all of the blame was pointed towards me and I became the bad guy. How did that happen? There was no fine print in my plan that said if read clearly, " Paris will again rein freely and the person(s) carrying out the plan will be frowned upon..." I mean come on... how was I supposed to know Paris was going to scream? I honestly thought that if I squished her she would look like a bug. An ugly, ugly bug. That sure didn't happened. It gets even worse. Mom comes over to me and says she's ashamed of me. She said I could have really hurt Paris by jumping on her. So, being the very sympathetic and apologetic dog I am, I did what was the right thing to do and... ummm... blamed the whole thing on Sandy (the cat). I tried to explain how Sandy put an evil curse on me and told me if I didn't do as I was told, something bad would happen. Caught in the moment, I couldn't think of that bad thing that was going to happen, so I might of said something stupid. I can't even remember what it was. It was one of those time when you say something without thinking, and then when it comes out you're like what was I thinking.Yeah, it was pretty bad. Lets just say mom didn't believe a word I said or didn't say. If that makes any sense. Needless to say i learned my lesson and therefore the moral of this story is: If at first you don't succeed, try, try again!

NOTE: No animals or Paris were harmed in the making of and carrying out of this ingenious plan!

One last note before I end this for today... I have decided to try out for The Bachelorette in an effort to find my true love! I have watched as many fellow dogsters have found love on this wonderful sight and hope I can be another success story! Not to mention the bragging rights I would have to hold over Paris's head! *BOL* Well guys... Wish me luck! Oh, and stay tuned for Plan B of my ingenious plan!
Bye Bye for now.
love always,
Cassie

The night before the BIG DAY!

Theres only hours left before my Birthday! I just can't wait... all of this waiting just breaks me into song!

"...I'm so excited and I just can't hide it
I'm about to lose control and I think I like it
I'm so excited and I just can't hide it
And I know I know I know I know I know I want you..."

I know, pretty cheezy, right. Oh well I can't help but express what I feel! BOL! Ya know what... I'm pretty sure I'm going insane right now, cuz I've been counting the minutes left until tomorrow. I've even got it down to seconds! For instance, right now there is exactly 4 hours 1 minute and 45 seconds left until my Birthday! Hey, I warned you that I was going insane BOL! The whole waiting part gets me. Why can't we just skip to the part where it's my birthday and I get to open my presents and...and...OMD I almost forgot about the delicious cake my mom makes for me on my Birthday. Words can't explain how delicious this cake is and I'm pretty sure it's atleast somewhat nutritious. Mom claims it is nutritious but c'mon you're telling me that something that tastes that good is nutritious? I've got two words for you...YEAH RIGHT! Nutritious or not, I'm gonna scarf it down anyway! Paris seems to think I'm gonna share my cake with her. Ha-no. It's definitely NOT going to happen. It's all mine...ALL MINE! I don't care how big the cake is, there is no way I'm going to share my delicious cake with that spoiled little brat! And anyway, Birthdays only come once a year. She'd have to do a whole hech of a lot of sucking up to me if she wants any of MY cake. Ya know I say all this, but when it comes time for the cake guess who's got a handle on it.... yeah that's right, mom does. Mom won't let me be greedy like that and will make me share with Paris. Ugh that sucks. Oh well that's life. I forgot to mention how much a hit my cake was at my 2nd Brithday Party. I was turning two, obviously, so mom made invitations and invited all of my canine and human friends to one of my favorite places... THE PARK! We got to play on the playground, chase tennis balls and frisbees in the huge open field and best of all I got to chill with my best friends. To top off my awesome day, mom served both human and doggie Birthday Cake. What a hit that doggie cake was! None of us dogs could get enough of it! We all scarfed down our first pieces and begged for second! It was great! Even better yet, the whole week after my party I got to eat birthday cake every day! It doesn't get better than that!

Oh my dog! I almost forgot to mention the not-so-awesome birthday surprise mom has planned for tomorrow. It's just plain horrible. Mom made Paris and I a Vet appointment for tomorrow afternoon. Did you get that? TOMORROW... AKA MY BIRTHDAY.This sucks so much. I am so angry with her for that. I mean c'mon it's my freaking birthday for dog's sake! Ugh... she better suck up to me afterwards, that's all I have to say BOL!! Well... all of this typing is making me hungry. I've gotta go beg for some food!
Many kisses,
Cassie

Only 7 more days

Next Friday is my Birthday! I can't wait! I'm going to be turning five years old in human years... that's like 35 in dog years! It's crazy how time flies. Mom says she can remember the day we met like it was just yesterday. This year, since I'm turning the big "5", I decided to make my birthday list extra long. The way I see it, the more things I ask for, the more presents I get. Good thinking huh. Mom and Paris have been acting really weird lately- a lot of whispering has been going on. I don't know what they're up to, but it's got to be big cuz they're being very secretive. I have tried to get in on it but to no prevail. I see them whispering and I go running towards them all wiggly and waggedly, but once they see me coming they quickly hush. It sucks. I wanna be in on the big surprise. I've gotta go for now cuz there's some more suspicious activity goin' on here but before I go I have one last thing to say.

REMEMBER THIS DATE: March 10th a.k.a. MY BIRTHDAY!

Peace Out!
~ Cassie

The Horror... The Horror

Mom finally decided to start my diary... yay! Geez mom, it took you long enough. BOL. Anywayz... can you believe that there are only 8 more days until Christmas! I am sooo excited. I wonder what mom's getting me. I haven't found my presents yet, but trust me, I'll find them. They've got to be around here somewhere...

I was so excited today cuz mom said we were going for a ride in the car. I absolutely, positively LOVE to go for car rides! I was so excited that I almost knocked mom off the porch! BOL. Better yet, we were going to the pet store. Yay! It wasn't until we got there that I realized the real reason for our trip: Pictures with Santa. Oh the horror! To be completely honest, the guy wasn't all that bad but I wanted nothing to do with him! I let him pet me and all, but there was no way I was going anywhere with him. He tried to lead me over to where his chair was and the whole Christmas setup, but I said NO! I pulled as hard as I could and stood my ground but he held on tight. Geez that guy doesn't give up. Mom and grandpa had to help the poor guy get me over there cuz I wasn't budgin'! They finally were able to get me to sit in front of him, but they could not get me to smile for the camera. They tried and tried, but mom says I was being too stubborn to listen. All I really wanted was to be with mom. Mom laughs whenever she looks at my picture cuz she says I look so stuck up BOL! She thinks it's hilarious. It's not like Paris' picture with Santa is any better... well atleast not the picture they took of her and Santa. Mom used her own camera and took an extra picture of Paris on Santa's lap that turned out pretty good. She tried to take an extra picture of me with Santa but I didn't want to stay with that scary guy any longer than I had to. When mom tried to take a picture, I pretty much pulled the guy off the seat so she said nevermind and that I had had enough. Thank God! Though Santa laughed cuz when Paris was getting her picture taken with him I wanted to be over there with her BOL! Mom says I'm such a goof! Mom also got quite a laugh about Santa himself. The guy was way too skinny and way too young to be Santa!

All of this typing is making me hungry, so I'm gonna go beg mom for some treats. Bye for now and Happy Holidays Everyone!
Love Always,
Cassie