January 15, 2010

My girl is gone. After being noticeably sick for a week, my girl is gone. We don't know exactly why. In hindsight, we think it started before the holidays. At the end, I know that she was in pain and that it was centered on the back half of her torso and her back legs. It might have been a return of the cancer. Or it might have been something else. I refused to put her through any more pain, so she's gone.

My heart is broken.

I've been tagged!

OMD! Alexandria tagged me! So I must list 7 things about myself:

1. I am a cancer survivor!
2. I want to be wherever mom is.
3. Snoozing in a warm fuzzy bed is the best!
4. I HATE having wet paws--no walks in the rain for me!
5. BRING ON THE BISCUITS! I LOVE MY BISCUITS!
6. I just celebrated my 13th barkday with an online party! http://my-fire-hydrant.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-b ailey.html
7. My favorite groups are Small Paws Rescue (http://www.smallpawsrescue.org/), The Helen Woodward Animal Center (http://www.animalcenter.org/) and Best Friends Animal Society (http://www.bestfriends.org/)!

Next I think I must tag some of my pup pals! It's alright if they don't want to play, but I hope they will! (*playbow and tailwag*)

I bark. My mom tweets?

My mom has turned into a bird. Seriously. She says she's tweeting! I don't understand this. I think she's talking like she always talks, but she keeps telling people that she tweets!!

Do your moms and dads tweet? My mom says that it's like a big party. When she tweets, she calls herself @PetCareBev. This sounds silly to me in the extreem! But she says a bunch of people get together and tweet about all kinds of stuff! Even fund-raising for dogs and cats!!

I just don't get this. But I like parties! Maybe I should learn to tweet...

I Am Dog of the Day!!

WOO HOO!!!!

Today is my birthday, and Dogster has made me Dog of the Day!!!!! I'm feeling so special!!

(And mom gave me extra treats for breakfast! I wonder if this will continue...)

Everydog is invited to my Online Birthday Party today!

http://my-fire-hydrant.blogspot.com/search/label/B ailey%27s%20Birthday

My Triumphant Return!

Yes, Dogster fans! I am back!

The last time I played with the pooches here on Dogster, my mom thought I was a goner. But I'm way too smart for that!

I will be 13 years old on March 11--three years older than anybody expected. I go and visit my doctor once a month--she sticks her finger up my butt looking for that nasty sickness I had, but so far no lumps. Good thing she has tiny fingers!

I have kept myself very busy since last I posted. The floor in the kitchen needs constant monitoring. Also, there are other stranger-dogs who seem to think they can walk up and down my street without any regard to asking for permission! Does that ever happen to you? I mean, all I ask is a little canine courtesy! Those dogs must have been raised in a kennel!

Next week is my birthday. I hope you will attend. Here is the official invitation: http://my-fire-hydrant.blogspot.com/search/label/Bailey%27s% 20Birthday. I'm looking forward to hearing about my "gifts."

My schedule has been inturrupted!

Mom (and Grandma) has been acting weird for the past two weeks. It started late one night. The two of them left the house when it was quite dark out--something they hardly ever do. It was very close to lights-out-sleep-on-the-bed time. When mom came back, she was alone--grandma was not with her. For the rest of the week, mom was in and out of our house at odd hours of the day and night. She was there for my 4-squares a day plus walkies, but then she would leave again and there was no snuggle time except at lights-out-sleep-on-the-bed time. Wassup with dis?

Then one night, mom and grandma came home together. Grandma smelled all mediciny and hurt. And she was walking real slow and holding a pillow to her chest. I know she didn't feel well, and I used my most quietest barkies to tell her how glad I was to see her. She told me I would have to wait a while before she could have me up on her lap. No cuddles? I don't understand.

Since then, mom has stayed home, but she's always doing something and we hardly ever have time for snuggles on the couch. Two or three times, in the middle of the night, there's a funny buzzer that makes mom jump real fast out of bed and rush out of the room. I know she's going to grandma because I hear the two of them talking. And my poor mommy is so tired because the nasty buzzer wakes her up so many times at night. I just don't understand.

A few days ago, I decided I had enough. Everybody is off schedule and I feel ignored! So first, I got a little fussy with my food--when mom fed me I pulled all the kibbles out of the bowl and spread them all over the floor before I ate them later. Next, I decided I would not go outside for potty time. And lastly I've decided to bark like a maniac at every little sound. FINALLY I'm getting some attention! It's about time. I don't like it when my schedule is inturrupted.

I am a Video Star....

Mom was laughing today. She says she's posted some videos of me singing (I have a very nice voice) on YouTube, and that I seem to be very popular--my videos have been viewed 1,340 times! If you wanna listen to some very good Bichon fluff notes, here is a link to my videos.

Maybe I'll check around with the other Bichons here at Dogster and see if they want to make a Bichon Choir...

Today is my Birthday!

Mom says that today is a special day because I was born on this day 10 years ago. I don't remember any of it!

We had to go see Dr. B. today. I was not as scared as I usually am--maybe I'm getting used to going to the doctor's. Anyway, mom and Dr. B talked, then Dr. B took me to the back room and (oh, this is so gross and embarrassing!) she stuck her fingers up my bum!! She's done this before and I thought mom had asked her to stop, but I guess she wasn't listening.

Anyway, when Dr. B brought me back to mom they talked and mom started to do her happy dance. Yes, that's right. My mom did a dance. She's always teasing me about doing the pooppy dance or the food dance or the cookie dance, but I get all that from her. She clapped her hands and jumped and laughed and made a regular fool of herself. Then she leaned down and whispered in my ear that Dr. B couldn't find the tumor. What the heck does that mean anyway???

I listened to them talk, but I can't make heads or tails out of it. Dr. B says that she thinks the tumor she found a month ago was really scare tissue because now it's much much smaller than it was and doesn't feel like a tumor anymore. She also told my mom that there's nothing unusual in my bum (I could've told her that without her cold fingers going where they don't belong!). Then my mom said that maybe the cancer is not as aggressive as they've been thinking it is. And then both of them did the happy dance.

I just don't understand them!

Mom is sad today...

...I'm not sure why. The sun is shining. There are lotsa biscuits to eat. And none of the neighborhood dogs have been annoying me today. She says that Farrah and Snuggles have both gone across the bridge (what bridge?). She was also looking at some funny boxes
.

I can't be bothered with sadness. I've been having such a lovely nap today. I started right after breakfast, stopped long enough to eat lunch, and then continued until just a few minutes ago. My bed was so warm and cozy--I'm afraid it made me have a little doggie odor, surely you've smelled it--the kind that smells like old popcorn? Mom says it's her second favorite smell--after puppy breath--she says it's the smell of warm dog.

Well, I think that Farrah and Snuggles will have a very nice time on the other side of this bridge that everyone says they've crossed. Mom says we'll all be able to play together soon. I don't know why she's sad over a play date.

I think it's time to finish my nap now--I have just enough time before supper! Maybe mom will give me a cookie to tied me over. Hmmm? Mom?? Canna hava cookie?? please?? hmmm??

Mom says it's my anniversary...

She says that 3 months ago today, I had surgery to remove the cancer. I don't really remember what she's talking about, unless it has something to do with a very long car ride and staying for a couple of nights in a place with a lot of stranger dogs and humans....I seem to remember also wearing a nasty thing around my face that I had trouble walking with--it would catch on the floor as I walked and push against my throat. I think mom called it an e-collar. It was not a nice collar, let me tell you! Mom took it off me after about an hour--I think she hated it too.

I heard from my friend Farrah today. She is not feeling very well. I hate this stupid cancer! GRRRRRRRR!! I think we should all gang up on it and chew it to pieces so it doesn't bother anyone anymore! GRRRRRR!!