It's been a year already?

It has, mom just checked the calendar for me. She's distracted for a bit so I have some time to update here, shhh don't tell her I'm not supposed to be on her chair. So here's the scoop, last year on the Saturday before Christmas I herniated a disc in my lower back like I said before, it was awful. A lot of pain and a LOT of pills and 8 weeks spent locked in my crate except to go outside. I got my strength back after I was released from my "jail" and managed to start walking again and I've been going strong ever since. I can walk with no problem although I get tired and my back left leg stops listening to me and it drags a bit so I have to be carried but mom and dad will let me walk a bit more after I have a rest, I like walks so I'll take them however I can get them. I can run again too, I tried a few times when my legs started listening again but I couldn't quite get it right, one leg was always dragging but not anymore. Of course, mom still won't let me run as much as I'd like but she's worried I'll hurt myself again so I guess she means well. Right now I'm on a house restriction, I can go outdoors to potty and thats it *grump* we've had record cold weather which she says is bad for my back so all playing is limited to indoors, the only thing that makes it tolerable is Lizzie and Maggie aren't allowed outdoor playtime either so they don't have the same problem. Lots of playtime with toys and wresting with Maggie is ok for me though and we've had several trips to the pet store for indoor walks and mom said it is supposed to warm up next week so I can go for real walks again.

Go me!

So I herniated a disc in my lower back, big shocker when I 'm a dachsie right. Ok here's the cool part... Tuesday I finally got enough control of my back legs to start walking again!! Mom doesn't realize it but I can understand her when she's talking. She thought I was being annoying at dinner and told me if I stood up and walked I could have the rest of her chicken... well I wanted to right then just to show her but the legs weren't cooperating. About an hour later though, when we went out for potty there was something that smelled so good I had to try to stand up and go stiff it and I did it, I took 4 steps.
When we got back in mom was all excited and she did give me some chicken with a bit of cheese, she thinks I don't realize it but I know its not the same chicken.. the stuff she had smelled way better but I'll let her slide this once. Now I can't wait until I get my legs working well enough that I can chase squirrels again :)

OUCH!

That's all I have to say. See, he's how it started, the Saturday before Christmas I started to not feel so hot. Being a pup I couldn't very well go tell mom I didn't feel good so I could go to the vet... wait... not sure I still WANTED to go to the vet but anyway... Mom and dad noticed I wasn't acting myself and let me be to rest, I get upset tummies occasionally so they figured that was my problem. It wasn't but I wasn't sure what was wrong. Around the time they were getting ready to go to bed I must have turned weird and on WOW did it hurt :( I went wobbling back through the living room with a big owie on my back. I heard mom tell dad they needed to go, I didn't hear where but next thing I knew we were in the car driving somewhere. This didn't really help me as I was still pretty ouchie but I soon found out we were at the emergency vet. After a few pokes and them making me walk across the room the vet told them that I slipped a disc in my back, I'm not sure what a disc is but wow did my back hurt so I didn't care. She gave me a few shots, which I normally hate but they made me feel a bit better and they made me sleepy, not so nice.
So now I'm stuck in my crate and is sucks. Mom tries to be nice and put my crate in places I like to nap but it still sucks being stuck in my crate all the time except when I go outside. I got some good meds from the vet that make things not hurt so much but they don't work completely, mom said they're not supposed to so that I don't try to do more than I should, whatever that means... I'm stuck in the crate how am I supposed to do anything? *sigh* I really hope I start to feel better soon.

Pack it up ;)

That's what mom is doing lately anyway. She keeps putting all of *my* stuff in this big brown square things. How am I supposed to be ruler of the house when I can't keep track of all the stuff. Oh well.

2 more weeks, however long that is, and we'll be moving across country. I helped mom plan the highway route and we're going to the Pacific Northwest where, according to dad there is little or no snow. What he doesn't mention is the fact that it RAINS all the time. I had to find this out on my own. See what mom and dad don't know is I use mom's computer while she's at work and I was on google checking out the local parks to see if they have any cool ponds or fountains I can play in and I saw it... rain. I hate rain. Now I know what you're saying, how can I love water but hate rain. Simple, the water in the fountain and those waves at the lake are acting in a very threatening manner. Its my job to bark and chase them to keep 'em in line. Rain is different, it is cold and falls on my head while I'm trying to go potty outside which is not my idea of a good time to get wet.

As far as the trip, mom has told Lizzie and I that we will get the whole back of the car. She's going to fold down the seat and put our toys and dishes back there. We'll be on the road for 5 days which should provide excellent opportunities for sniffing new and different places.

Christmas is coming

Ok this is my first post so let me start by saying hi! I got my first christmas present ever a bit early this year, a new sister! You can see her here as well, her name is Lizzie. I don't live with Missie anymore but we visit her all the time. I told mom I didn't like being an only pup though, there was no one to play with. She's pretty cool, she said she's not sure about mom and dad, the people where she was before were pretty mean from the sounds of it but I've been trying to show her what fun can be had! Between toys and treats and cuddling she is missing out. I think she's starting to believe me.
Yesterday was no fun though. Mom said something about going with her to work, I was so excited! I love going for rides. But I soon found out she wasn't talking about me, guess I should have been listening the whole time so I would have had more time to act cute so she might have taken me too. *sigh* Only Lizzie got to go though, I was pretty peeved. I tried to be good all day though, Lizzie told me about this Santa thing, she heard it from another dog in rescue, and if we're good we get lots of treats and maybe even toys! Then when it was time for everyone to come home there was no mom, just dad. Mom was gone with Lizzie and I was sure they weren't coming back, I was so upset... I took it out of my favorite toy so dad took it away and tried to distract me with playing with a tennis ball.
Soon enough, though, mom came back with Lizzie. I was so excited to see her. I gave her extra kisses to make sure she knew I missed her and was sad that I didn't get to come along. Then I went over to see Lizzie and heard the evil "V" word... VET! Thats where Lizzie had to go today, boy that was close. If I had been along I'd have been there too and they might have given me a shot or something, I don't like that so much. Last time they needed blood for something and that hurt A LOT so Lizzie can just keep that vet business. She said she feels much better now thanks to the vet though and its getting up and playing with me so I guess the vet can't be all bad. Still not sure about them though...