Been sick...

I haven't felt so good in the last few weeks. I'll be 12 in March, so I know I'm gonna slow down a little, but I just haven't had any energy, and just not interested in anything. My parents took me to the vet yesterday, and I have arthritis in my hips and worst of all, I have diabetes. *sniff* My parents went a little loopy when they found out, but the vet is the greatest and said we caught it really early, and it can be maintained with no problem. I got a shot but I didn't care. They had trouble taking blood, though, I'm so fuzzy!

And I got some pills for my hips and I already feel better! Today I've been up and playing a little bit, and watching doggie tv and just smiling, eating greenies and going from bed to bed.

They said in a week I'll be my old self again! I don't want my parents to cry any more. My goodness. My other tests were perfect and this isn't serious so ...let's go for a walk!!

Hey..

What is going on? I've been sitting here, waiting to go on my walk for over an hour. Mom's been working on ten things about me forever. I ain't kidding. Er, Mom, --quit trying to impress people with cute stuff I do and take me on my dang walk.

I eat. I sleep. I poo. What's the mystery?

oh, and I WALK!!

Man.

Ten Things

TAGGED BY MY BEST BUD: LEONARD

Here are the rules:

Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged, need to post in their Diary the rules & their 7 pawsome facts. Then choose 7 dogs to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to bark them a pmail that they have been tagged and to read your Diary, or, send them a fun Rosette announcing they've been Tagged!

1. I can take down a door facing in 3.5 seconds--and that child-proof laytex thing they put over the door on my side ain't gonna stop me, not when that wierdo Daryl comes up on the porch.

2. One thing has given me pause. A privacy fence ain't no challenge at all. However, that cement block they put in front of the busted board at the gate is a hinderance. I can't budge that thing. Rats.

3. If my moms have anything like chicken, Back Yard Burger, steak, Pizza Hut, things like that, and I haven't eaten my crappy Nutro senior dinner --hey, wait a minute--senior?! hmmph--which is usually kibble and wet food--then I have learned that if I rush over and gobble down that boring stuff, then I get bits of the good stuff! *snicker* I have it all figured out. And I make sure I crunch really, really loud so that they know I'm being *cough* good.

4. I will not, under any circumstance, wear a muzzle. Just try and put one on me. I become both contortionist and super-pitiful at the same time. They can't stand it. *snicker*

5. I can spot a squirrel at 100 paces. You've never seen a chow chow move as fast as I can when I'm on squirrel patrol.

6. I have three beds. One in the side room so I can lie there and watch my doggie tv in front of the demolished side door, one in the bedroom, and one in my mom's studio. I rock.

7. When I walk, I have the cutest chow gate on the planet. I look so prissy.

8. I have amber eyes and orange eyelashes. Believe me, they are stunning and make humans "oooo" and "aaaah". It's great when snacks are involved.

9. I have a braided leather collar and leash that mom got for me at some big dog extravaganza at the AgriCenter one year. It's some big deal hand-made leather thing done by some guy that I didn't particularly like. She paid way too much money for that thing. I wanted to tell her, "look mom, you are really wasting a lot of money and I honestly could not care less about that stupid thing. I don't care what you use to walk me. You can leash me up with a garbage bag tie as long as I get to go on my walks. But hey, whatever backs your snacks.

10. I have double dew claws on both back legs. Coolie doodles, eh? Woof!

I tag:
1. Ruin
2. Sammy
3. Gunther
4. Bronco
5. Shirley Muldowney
6. Reba
7. Bebop
8. Muy Muy
9. Spike
10. Grace

That waskally wabbit...

Dante actually had the nerve to say I was smelly. According to whom? Hey, I've been here ten years, that rabbit just got here. Oh, and she got her birth certificate papers today. Big deal. I'm from the Humane Society. And I got news for bun bun, it's cool to be from the humane society. Someone chose me and took care of me till I got adopted. At least I don't poo pellets. What kind of poo is that? Ridiculous. Mom calls then kookoos. They look like rabbit poo to me.

And I"ll tell ya what stinks--that timothy hay they eat. Whew. It looks like grass. And I eat grass for one reason--for it to come right back up! Grrrowf.

Just stay out of my blankies, Dante.

Well, whatever.

OH NO. A bunny has moved in! Where did that thing come from! And now I have to share my time with that little thing? I did get invited over to meet her, Dante, is her name. I did go over and then got instructed on how to act and that this animal was part of my pack--- *not*!! Uhm--someone has been watching way too much Dog Whisperer. It's a rabbit. If I came across one out in the wild--well, nevermind.

Anyway. Dante. Just stay out of my snacks.

Tuesday

Oh boy. Today is garbage day. It is the BEST! First of all, I hear those bags rattling and I just have to get up and..well, I'm a chow, I don't run, so I trot in there. Rats! No good roast beef bits on the floor. Okay. Hey wait, is that peanut butter?? HEY! Don't close the bag yet I haven't had time to....ah RATS.

Okay okay, that's okay..KEYS! Let's go open the gate! Oh boy oh boy oh boy. RATS. I don't get to go out. OKay, fine, just FINE, I'm going to leave a poopie here in the path so when you come back...heh heh.

wait. what was that? SQUIRREL!! Dang! Somebody mow back here.

Okay, now I'm going back in because the back yard has now officially been patrolled and there is no more danger. Now I get to go lie on my bed at look out the side door (doggie tv) because today my favorite show is on:

GARBAGE TRUCKS.

Wow. And it must be a Garbage tv marathon today. There's the Waste Management, the Tree and yard waste pick up, and my personal fave: The Recycle Truck. They tip those plastic bins up with a big monster thing and WOW! All the bottles crashing and making more noise than a leaf blower.

Rats. I fell asleep and missed the end of the show: That kid on the skateboard.

When I'm more rested (I only got 12 hours sleep today. I'm exhausted) I have to write about-- dum -duh -dumdum: the two new bunnies.

Well, Valentines is over and all I got was five choco-drops. Wow. Big deal. And I have lumps on my butt that need to be combed out and everytime they come at me with the wire brush I sit down. Heh heh...I mean, after all. It's my hiney and that can get personal.

In a minute I'm going over to my bed by the window and snore really loud because it interrupts the ambience of annoying commercials and droning people tv shows.
And how come they got hamburger and I got kibble and lamb?!

Whoever Anna Nicole is, she must be a big deal human because other people keep calling her name from tv over and over and over. If someone said my name that many times I wouldn't know which way to go! People sure love to talk about each other. Us dogs don't bother with that. We just sniff hiney's and go about our business. Lots easier.

I sure do like that Leonard guy.

Blue dog

See that pic up there with the blue on me? They were painting the house and I decided to get comfy by leaning against the back door. How did I know it wasn't dry yet! The house had paint on it already, why do people put on more paint? Well man oh man, first they laughted at me, then they tied my leash to the deck railing and squirted me with water and washed me off. Hey, it's NOT bath day ya know. Excuse me for sitting down.

Signed:
Kyoko the dog who gets bathed every five seconds.
Where's my choco drop?

Notes on a photo--the window pane

I just thought I'd explain one of my photos up there. It's the one near the middle of the row of my pictures, I'm lying down and I'm looking out the side door and my face is hidden by that plastic piece. Well, what happened was, some strangers don't get the message when they come to the side door. There's this one guy, oh boy, I don't like him at all. He came right up to MY door, so, I decided to eat my way through the door. I tore off the wood edge to the windows, broke two panes out of the window, and took out some of the wood on the bottom. Did I cut my mouth? Not even a tiny sliver. Did that guy clear out never to return? You bet he did.

In the mean time, the glass was all taken out of the window pane so I couldn't cut myself, and then some plastic put over the window. Well, I can't see my doggie tv with that thing there, so I pulled it off and pushed it aside, and then I could see fine.

The panes and wood have been replaced.

Well, unfortunately, now I can't eat the door anymore. There is a sheet of double- thick, unbreakable plexiglass covering the bottom two rows of panes, screwed into the door (you can see how it is now on that last photo). They were afraid I was going to take out the door again and might cut myself --I guess. But now that plexiglass is there and I can't break it. Rats!!

What I did today...

I woke up this morning about 8. I sort of laid around in the hallway. I did roll over once to get my belly scratched, but only for a moment. I wasn't quite awake yet.

I got up and went into the living room and laid down again. I'm not sure if I fell back asleep or not. I can't remember.

Then I heard something outside and jumped up and ran to the side door. Some might say I skidded on the hardwood, but I will deny that. I saw that squirrel who tortures my very existance. I barked and barked and barked, but it ignored me.
One of these days...

I got bored with that and laid down at the side door to watch doggie tv, but didn't stay long because the back door opened and I ran to the kitchen so I could go out too. I ran around the other side of the deck to see if, perhaps, by any chance, the squirrel was in my yard. Rats. It wasn't.

I came back around slower than I went because whew, it is HOT out there. I am a Northern breed after all. What in the world am I doing in Memphis?

I went in and got a dog biscuit AND a Greenie, because I'm spoiled. Not really, I'm starved. I never get anything to eat.

I went back to the side door and slept for a while, then watched doggie tv.
Then I went to the living room to nap some more.
Then I begged for some people food. I did get the corn cob! Yay me.
I made a mess on my bed but I don't care. Hey, I don't have to clean it up. I'm Princess Fuzzy Butt.
Then I watched more doggie tv at the side door.
Then I went back to the living room and napped.
then to the hall and napped
then to the dining room under the table and napped.
then to the living room under the coffee table and napped.
then back to the side door, was going to watch doggie tv, but it's dark, so I napped.
Is it time to go to bed yet?