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Sophie's choice tidbits

WOWeeeeee!

To all my furiends at Dogster...thanks for picking my diary today. I feel honored and humbled and pleased, and heck, I really don't know what's going on, I'm just a dog!!! I do know that I need my Mom's help to write my diary, so, I'm happy for her, too.

Gues what everybody! It's snowing again! The snow is coming down sideways and there's not a lot to scoop on the scoop and run yet BUT there's potential.

Paws!

I'm tired

Well "they" say dogs don't remember, so why do I feel like this has been a crazy (not in a good way) year??? My Mom, the best Mom in the world, smells funny these days...something is not right.

First, we took a long car trip a few moons ago, after the snow season. I was such a good dog . I had to play Frisbee at "rest stops". At one rest stop in Pennsylvania a farm dog ran up to the fence and we ran back and forth barking at each other til we were worn out and had to rest. Hey - is that why they called rest stops? I had to sleep in motel rooms. Talk about funny smells and not knowing what noises I had to alert my people about. But I got lots of praise, even if I got the feeling that Mom didn't like taking me out in the dark in some of the places we were. Turns out the long car trip was to visit Grandma. That was fun. She lives with a lot of old folks. they liked me and I got to show off how I play Frisbee. I met a couple of old folks who move around really fast while sitting down...that was interesting....I smelled a lot of rain there, identified instinctively my first earthworm, and the grass was thick and there were huge lazy groundhogs to watch. I also got to meet a little girl who really liked throwing ball for me. I think we are related somehow. One day, though, Mom and Dad put me in the car and went someplace called a hospital. Mom wasn't right.

Where was Mom. A couple days after that I got to go to New Jersey to my Dad's son's place. They have a dog named Maggie, but she didn't play as long as I like to play. she had great toys, though. And I had a lot of fun stealing them and putting them in other places. She kept stealing my food, so I guess we're even. I saw my Dad, but still no Mom.

When I finally saw Mom again, she didn't smell right and she seemed afraid to walk me and do the stuff she always does with me. Now Mom has been on trips before, but when she comes back everything is the same only better, 'cause she's back. This time, everybody tried to keep me away from her. I heard words like "surgery" and "burst appendix" and "CT scan" and "mass" and smelled sickness.

Another long car trip and motel nights. Pouring rain for leash walks. then home! running free! games of chuckit with Dad! My favorite! except for Mom. walks were sloooowww and not far enough for me, that's for sure. I smelled worry.

Then it happened again. Another "hospital", another "surgery", and days without Mom. This time though, Dad took me to a place called a kennel. Boy, was that noisy. The people were nice, but I couldn't figure out why I had to stay in the cage thing or why the other dogs wouldn't shut up. Anyway, this time when Mom came home she couldn't do anything with me. I had to stay away from her belly. Dad even had to make the liquid they have in their hand bowls every morning. I knew this "surgery" was harder for Mom and I smelled lots of stress, but I didn't smell sickness this time.

there is worry in my house...even Dad had to "go for tests" and he never goes to the doctor! Mom and Dad have long talks about doctors and bills and hearts and bones and "female stuff" and sometimes they forget to play with me.

Oh! It snowed enough for me to scoop and run two days ago. Snow! more snow please! I love snow! Now, things are lookin' up.

It's my Birthday

Hey everyone it's my birthday....but why is Mom embarassed to say I'm four? She says I look and act like a puppy, so maybe she can get away with saying I'm not so old. She's silly. I'm four, I'm a dog, and I'm crazy. Oh! and guess what...it's snowing and we got to play shovel the deck this morning. chasing snowballs is pretty fun. I jump waaay up out of the snow and try to catch them. I get snowcicles in my fur, then when we come inside I can lick them off.

Life is good.