So many problems, so little time

I went in for a pre-move check up and ohhh boy did grandma get an earful (literally, har har, you'll read in minute). My ear infection is back in full force and I need cleaning twice a day for FOREVERRR. Ok so maybe a few weeks but it is pure torture. Mom remembers helping grandma last time and even though I laid down for them, I shot them daggers with my eyes so they knew how much I hated it. I also sighed about 20 times just to make sure the point got across.

Not only that, but apparently I'm a fatty. A major fatty. Ouch, Doc, ouch. Grandma doesnt think so and mom is a bit skeptical seeing as I am naturally big-boned (and not in the Cartman way either). They can still feel my ribs so that part of me is definitely not encased in fat. My parents were HUGE hunting dogs so who knows what I'll turn out to be. Lots of exercise and some new, natural food will help, no? Mom says so.

And last but not least, everyone's best pal, giardia. Yep yep, I had it as a puppy and got the vaccine once it was gone but it has returned. Apparently most pups in my town have it so the vet was not surprised. My treatment is almost over and mom gets to give me my final injection since I'll be away from my current vet. She cant wait to play doctor again since she used to do it so much with rabbits.

My family must really love me to put up with this. I heard grandpa ask mom if she still even wanted me since she'd be taking all this on at once right when school is starting. I almost hid under the couch (the only part that fits, aka my head) dreading the answer but mom said it was not even something that crossed her mind.

Time to get back to pumping iron. Gots to be buff for the Texas hotties.

Mom's dim

Mom JUST discovered that she can view the 'new activity' of my pals and doggies in my corral. Holy jeez, you idiot! She was just thinking the other day how nice it would be to know who added things so she could keep up with everyone. Well, mom, Dogster is way ahead of you. WAY TO GO.


She also told me she went to PetCo (blarrhhh) today to get a hamster dish and one of the shelters had dogs there. puppies puppies puppies galore and the poodle she had wanted before she knew I was coming to Texas. It was so hard on her to see those dogs but I kindly reminded her that she has her very own Rudy. Maybe it's too late and she caught the bug (not fleas, at least I hope not).

Guess she should have a beer and get some sleep before I hear more about her absent-mindedness.

Stink ears

That's right, that's my name. Or was. Mom calls me that whenever I get my infections and now we have found out me + Chicken Soup = one stank doggy. Time for a switch.

Everyday the grandparents talk about a place called Texas. It doesnt sound like "treats" or "bath" so I wasnt too concerned except I hear it a lot. Any day now I will take off on my journey to the south. They do worry that I will drag mom down her building's stairs because HEY WOW a chihuahua? Wait, two chihuahuas? What is this glorious place you speak of? And german shepherds? Hm, I could get used to Texas I think.

The bad part is that I will have to start school, which is quite unfair for a well-mannered gentleman such as myself. I mean, I'm practically a teenager. Mom took off from her academic adventures once, why do I even need to start? Such hypocrites those humans are.

What a boring entry. It's not mom's fault though, she had to work late, then I had to call her and have her transpose this diary for me. PS. I was given a super late birthday present (way to keep up, mom) and got Dogster plus. Beware the photos that will be uploaded, mom cannot help but begin to empty her harddrive!

Excitable

Last night was a long walk by the creek which was fun except mom was being eaten alive by mosquitos. The people on bikes were fun to 'psych out' but mom says this is a horrible habit. I also pretended to charge some little girls at a Kool-Aid stand but then I sat like a gentlemen while they pet me. Finally some people who realize I should always be the center of attention.

Today I was rudely awakened way too early (9am) to go out but then mom and grandma sat outside with me. Mom teased me by putting some of her rabbits in the run. I yelled and cried to play with them but even though I'm gentle they get scared. She did let me up to see one and yet again I charged at him and made him go nuts. Run, rabbit, run! Mom was uspet at me because I've never done this before. I was just feeling my oats today, jeesh.

She got a picture of my badly-coordinated jumping. I told her not to put it up but she cant resist "doggy action shots" like all the other cool doggies have. I'm just a big boy without much grace, ok?! sigh. There is also a video of my lovely friend Jack. Mom didnt film me watching him because it was so pathetic.

I better go for a nap before I start making even less sense.

sunny day and haircut

Today was actually cooler than 80 degrees so mom took me out on the leash-attached-to-stake thing. She hates it but the family still doesnt have a fence on the backside of the backyard and I have a bad habit of only listening to grandpa for a recall when I'm outside. I just like to keep the girls on their toes. Mom took a bunch of new pictures of me and a video to show off my totally hot retrieving skillz to the internets.

Even though today was happy, yesterday was a nightmare! Mom and grandma kept talking about me going potty on my butt-feathers and how icky it was. My butt-feathers are beautiful whether they are covered with poop or not! Grandma held me like a show dog and mom used a scissors and went after them. My beautiful blonde locks fell to the ground while mom got tears in her eyes from laughing. What is so funny about my once flowing butt-feathers looking like a little kid who let an 8-year old cut his hair?! Mom says she will find razoring scissors to fix them but for now I will have to be embarrassed with a butt-feather bowl-cut.

home again?

woofers. Today was going to be a special day because grandma made me take a bath. She said I had to smell nice but I planted myself like a rock so she had to work extra hard to wash all my parts. Then she left for days and days. I chewed two more wiffle balls when finally I heard someon calling my nickname. WHOA IT IS MOMMY! I didnt know what to do at first because it's been years (or 6 months in human time) since she was here. I sniffed her shoes, decided we were alright, and threw myself into her lap. We've already accomplished digging under the couch, grooming, and watching UFC.

I'm sure she will take embarrassing pictures of me and maybe even some video. Hopefully I look just as hot in them as my old ones.

Changes

I found out I will be reunited with one of my owners who moved away from the family. This means new pictures and a new territory to call my own. I will miss the snow most of all though. I'm a big boy but I think Texas can handle me.