July 17th 2006 4:00 pm
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Mom and dad just got back in town and picked us up from our grampa's house. Grampa Ted is more lenient so we had all kinds of good fun. Someone even pooped in the house! I didn't actually see my brother Oscar do it, but _I_ certainly didn't do that and no one else was owning up to it either. We also got more food to eat cuz grampa leaves food out for everybody. Mom and dad only put out food at meal times :( We ate and ate and ate. Of course I only let Oscar near the bowl when I was too stuffed to continue eating at that particular moment. As soon as we got home mom put us directly into the tub from the front door and we got welcome back home baths. Sure feels good to be nice and clean, but getting dried off is a pain. After we rubbed ourselves silly on the rug, we went over and made pitiful hungry faces at mom. She looked at us and said Ha! You both look quite a bit rounder since dad and I have been away so no extra snacks for you! See how we suffer? First we get left behind (even if it was fun) and then we get abused. Next Saturday we are being made to go to the dog park and socialize with other weenies at our 2nd dachshund meetup group. Life sure is terrible!

P.S. Later in the evening mom noticed that I was being all quiet and mopey. She asked me to come cuddle with her and Oscar, but I kept trying to get away. When I started making 'yarfy' (ralphing) noises I dove off the couch just in the nick of time! First I yarfed up a big pile of undigested kibble. Then I moved over a little and yarfed up a little pile of kibble. Next I yarfed right in the walkway space between the loveseat and couch. Then I ran down the hallway and yarfed from the OTHER end. Yep THAT end. Then I ran back toward dad's desk and yarfed again from THAT end (I am a daddy's girl afterall!). Finally circled behind the couch and did one last yarf from THAT end. Dad decided this might be a good time to go outside. When I got back in mom huggled me and gave me a TINY piece of a cookie (what is that about?!). When mom turned me over she found a nasty little tick, which grossed her out. She's always the one to take care of my icky emergencies `cuz dad always heads in the opposite direction at these times. Mom has pulled a much bigger tick before with no problems, but this one was red and blotchy right around the bite site. Hope that doesn't mean anything bad. Mom says she's going to research it just to be sure. After pulling my tick, she cleaned out the bite with hydrogen peroxide making sure to get all of the head out. Then she put some Neosporin on it and huggled me some more while I got to eat the rest of the cookie. Can't believe what I have to do just to get a cookie around here. I think I'm going to see if I can find a place with cooler roommates or something. Oh the injustice! Oh the indogity!