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life with a black lab and a yellow cat

It's my Woofday!!

Whoa! I am an old man! BOL! Today is my 9th Woofday!!! Mom and dad got me from the local ASPCA in 2001. I was 6 weeks old when they got me in May, and they figured out that today must be my woofday! Mom said because she can't devote the whole day to me, we will celebrate this weekend. I did get eggs and bacon for breakfast and we went on a long walkie this morning, so that was cool. Mom and dad have been together for 10 years, and they have had me for 9 of them!!! They say they can't imagine what life would be like without me...then said something about less debt, more vacation time, and a cleaner carpet...hmmmm... BOL! ;) Life just wouldn't be the same without me and I know they love my snuggles and crazy counter surfing abilities! hahaha.

Woofs to me!!

Seizure monster GO AWAY!

Grrrrrrrrr...

Seizures today. Yuck. I woke mom up around 9 AM, I was licking her in the face so she knew something was up, I always let her know if I'm about to have one. So...she got me on the floor on a towel and just in the nick of time to. I had one, then another, then we went outside and I had 3 more within an hour. I ate, drank, went for a walk, and was acting normal, then another one hit. Man, there is just no rhyme or reason to these things. Now I am heavily drugged, bol, valium is an epi-dog's best friend. Mom says I look so silly walking around sideways and passing out mid-stride, but she really hates to see me like that.

The worst part is she has to go to work and daddy won't be home for 2 hours. She thinks I am done for the day...it's been an hour since my last one and hopefully I will just pass out when she leaves. Sammy got in BIG trouble today. He was being a big meany to me. Every time mom would go in for a second, and we were outside, I would try to get to the door and Sammy would snap and growl at me. So she threw him inside and smacked him on the butt as hard as she could (which isn't very hard and he probably didn't even feel it). She spent the morning outside with me holding my head if I was having a seizure and comforting me when I wasn't.

When we came inside Sammy was under the bed with his nose poking out. If you have never seen a 100 lbs dog pout, you really should witness it. It is quite pathetic. When I get out of my funk today, I'm gonna tell him how ridiculous it is to be jealous of the attention I am getting when I have a seizure. He pouted until mom finally told him it was ok and threw the ball for him. Baby brothers, sheesh!

Hope I feel better later, I hate these stupid seizures and I wish they would just GO AWAY!!

Woofs, sleepy drugged up Jeb

Call me the cake monster ;)

hehehe.

Well I am sure by now you have all heard of my legendary counter surfing skills. I usually work by leaving the item on the counter, and sticking my head up there sideways to munch on whatever item it is. I have consumed entire loafs of bread, 12 dozen muffins, bowls of candy, bags of treats, licked countless plates/pans in the sink and other assorted items, some edible, some not, BOL!

So last week was mom's birthday and dad made her a cake. Rainbow chip, her fave. All week they had been eating on it, and putting it in the microwave for safe keeping when they weren't eating it. Well...yesterday dad heated up some pizza and forgot to put the cake back in the microwave when he was done. Then he went upstairs to take a nap. So mom comes home, with guests, to aluminum foil and cake all over the kitchen floor, cake everywhere on the counter , and me covered in icing. She said I smelled like a fresh baked cake, BOL!

I had icing in my ears, on my nose, in my fur all the way down to my chest. The pan was still on the counter, but...all that was left were crumbs. The guests staying at our house this weekend have a dog, Panda. She had cake all over her too, so I had an accomplice. ;) Sammy, didn't have any cake on him, so mom assumed he didn't eat any and told him he was a good boy, blah blah blah. I swear I saw him eat a piece, he just cleaned himself up.

We devoured a little over half a cake, while dad slept upstairs. My belly was so full, if you stuck a pin in it, it would have popped like a balloon, BOL! ahhhhhhhhhh...I was in trouble, but mom found it hard to be mad at me, because I smelled so sweet :) She hosed me off outside which made me very unhappy, and she said this was my punishment.

Would I do it again...in a second. I see why rainbow chip is mom's fave!