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I'm On My Way, Home Sweet Home

   Happy early Valentine's Day to everyfur in Dogster and Catster land. Mere moments ago Sister received a phone call from Mom and myself. It was a hectic moment for Sister at the office, but she had to take our call of great news coming all the way from Louisiana.
   Since December 14th, I have been on vacation down south with Mom, to escape the cold winter. Until yesterday we had spent the majority of our holiday in San Antonio, and various parts of Texas.
   Back at home, Dad (who had not yet left for Mexico) Tux, and Sister received news of my rejouvenation. None of my arthritis problems were showing, and the warm sun had me running around like a puppy again! My family was thrilled.
   However, all of this changed last week. Suddenly I began bleeding and throwing up. Weak and unable to move from the pool of blood I was lying in, Mom scooped me up and took me to an emergency vet hospital. After a multitude of tests, x-rays, and IV's, it was eventually determine that my weakened immune system was not allowing me to fight bacteria in my body. Where and how I got this bacterium is unknown, and at first was not appearing in any of my tests.
   The important thing is that I have regained my strength, and was able to make the 7 hour drive to Louisiana. In two days, I should be well on my way back home to Canada. Once back and settled in, Mom will take all of my paper work to my vet.
   Sister is so looking forward to throwing her arms around me and welcoming me back. I promise to never leave again for such a long time. That also goes for my presence here on Dogster, that Tux recently wrote about in his diary.

Super Sunday

   It has officially been one week since our Mom and Dad left for their vacations, and things couldn't be better. It didn't take me long to adjust to life at Dad's house, once Tux and I got over that ear scratching episode.
   I have finished taking my antibiotics, which were given to me as a precaution against infection, and each night Sister gives me my Metacam in wet food. I love this, as the wet food is followed by a scoop full of my dry food. Two meals in one, with a Glucosamine pill surrounded by bread! That's right...Not only do I look like a loaf of bread, but I also enjoy eating it.
   Things seem to be going well with my pet walker, Tina. She comes to our house to take me out to the snow covered grass twice a day, whilst Sister is at work. She also gives me my morning meal at 9 am, which is unfair, because Tux gets his meal before Sister's drive to the office at 7:30 am. I'm crying foul here!
   Friday was a special day, because Sister took the day off to play with us. In reality, she stayed home due to the massive snowstorm that fell upon us. Nevertheless, we all stayed warm and cuddled.
   There was so much snow that when Sister took me out, it was a bit difficult to navigate my way out the front door. The snow level was on par with my back, yet it was no match for this arthritic Corgi!
   Sister thought back on the days when the two of us ran in the snow together, and could stay out for as long as my paws could handle it. I took one mad turn in the snow, and chased after her. It was all I could manage at this stage in my ailment. We went back to the door where Tux was meowing his head off, like he was missing out on family fun. Sister dried me off, and coaxed me to sit down by the fireplace.
   Last night, the All Fur Fun group held a kissing booth fundraiser in an effort to collect zealies that will be distributed as prizes throughout the year. Sister initially told Tux and I that we would have to sit this event out, due to our account only containing one zealie. However, this grim news turned to joy on Saturday afternoon.
   Upon Sister checking her e-mail inbox, we learned that the families of Tiverton and SPIKE had very generously transferred and purchased more than enough zealies for us to join in on the fun. Prior to yesterday, they weren’t even my Pup Pals, so you can imagine how moved we were. Sister immediately began creating our kissing booths in MS Paint *BOL*. She spent all afternoon constructing them, and I think she will keep them up for Valentines Day.
   Once again, our family has been touched by the extreme kindheartedness of the Dogster and Catster community. We don’t know what we did to deserve such generosity, but we will try not to forget it on the days we are down. Thank you all, our special friends.
Before I close, I would like to say a special good-bye to my clean-coated friend Missy, who will be leaving Dogster. Her page will still be up and I'm hoping that she will look me up in the future. Either way, she will be corralled in my heart forever, as many of you are.

I Am Not A Scratching Post

   This morning Dad witnessed a battle zone, and Sister was promptly woken up to his shouts of "Get up! There's blood in the house!" This not what our family had envisioned our peaceful Saturday morning to be, with Mom leaving for Portugal today, and Dad leaving for Mexico tomorrow.
   There were specks of blood on the front door, all over the washroom, and on the carpet in Dad's bedroom. I was hidden under the bed, and would not come out for treats or the sounds of the phone ringing or the vacuum howling. Sister noticed blood on my paw pad. She thought this may have been related to my torn ligament somehow.
   Sister sat on the bed and inspected Tux. He just squirmed, with no visible signs of injury. My family's next task was to get me out from under the bed.
   With my severe arthritis, Dad couldn't just pull me out. So, he and Sister tore the room a part. They pushed the king sized mattress up against one wall, and Sister lifted me up from the box spring. She took me to the washroom and inspected and hugged me, where more of my blood sprayed on her hand, the walls and tile floor.
   "Its her ear!", Sister cried. Before I knew it, she carried me out to the car and cuddled me in the backseat, on the way to the vet.
   I stod on the vet table with my one paw hovering over the white towel. Dad offered me a treat and got me to lie down. The vet (Dr. Benson) asked for permission to shave my blood-soaked fluffy ear, to get a better look at the wound. "Of course" my family said.
   Dr. Benson put a cotton ball in my ear, so the noise would not be so loud. She sheered me like a sheep, and as the pieces feel on the table, Sister could not help but think of how Smudge's paw had been shaved before she was put to sleep. I, (of course) was trying to lick up the blood and fur pieces, while Dad's hands were covered in blood from knocking them off the table. The electric razor wasn't in much better shape.
   Dr. Benson and her assistant placed a disinfecting liquid that would also bond my wounds together. The kitten scratches were quite small, but deep enough to cause all the comotion. Pressure was applied with gauze, and Dad turned away each time liquid was appliled from the needle tipped bottle.
   After the bleeding had stopped, I was weighed on the scale. I was 26.6 lbs of solid Corgi love.
   While still at the vets, Dad and Sister decided that I would have to be separated from Tux while she was at work, and unable to supervise us. I strolled around the hospital as good as new, and acted uncharacteristcally loving towards my family. $72.00 later, we were back in the car, where I nestled up against Sister's pajama clothed leg.
   Sister placed me on the lawn to go to the washroom, and I limped around in the snow. I rolled around on my back and buried my face in the snow, so much that I looked like a ghost pup.
   Now, I'm back in the house with my very red shaved ear. Tux is still very fascinated with me, but I won't give him the time of day. I used to play a lot with Kamara, but I'm getting older now and with my arthritis, I don't have much patience for six month old kittens.
   I'm sitting underneath Sister's chair, and now she'll have to leave me to clean the scene of the crime. I wonder what Mom will say when she sees my ear.