Little Brother

He's here! My new little brother BooBoo got here last night. We are getting to know each other--he seems like a very nice dog so far. Very sweet and not pushy or aggressive at all. He keeps to his own food bowl and his own bed (right next to mine!) He likes to run and play while I sleep. He's a good dog!

Getting a brother!

Hey, dogs! Good news here: I am getting a new little brother! His name is BooBoo and he will get here the Tuesday after Thanksgiving. He's a tiny little minpin we are adopting from Friends of Penny Minpin Rescue--and guess what? He only has one eye, just like me! And I will be the big brother, and can show him around and help him get used to being here! And he can keep me company and hang out with me! I can't wait! This is going to be so fun!!

Thankful for my vet!

I'm so grateful for my vets--they take good care of me. I was feeling bad Thursday and Friday, my neck hurt really bad and I couldn't walk well. I was dizzy. Mom took me to the vet yesterday and they gave me some muscle relaxants and pain relievers and I am SO much better today. We don't know why it was hurting, but it is sure a relief for it to stop!

Better

My foot is better today. I'm not limping so much so I think it is healing. It doesn't really hurt now. I kinda scared myself falling so much, so I am glad that is over today! On the mend!!

not so hot

I hurt my foot day before yesterday and have been limping. Then today I fell down the stairs. I seem OK, just a bit wobbly. Looking forward to feeling all better soon!

summertime

And the living is easy....Mama and Daddy went away for the weekend and Miss Mary the petsitter came to visit me! She's nice. And Mama brought back a a bag of treats from a dog bakery in Asheville!

ADOPT 2011 CONTEST

I was rescued in NYC, abandoned in a parking lot, sick and scared and miserable. The Mayor's Alliance for Animals got me healthy again, and the Internet Miniature Pincher Service (my heros!!) found me a wonderful foster home (I'll always love you, Christina!!) Then my foster mom posted on a Dogster group that I was needing a home....and my new mom saw it and fell in love with me. So I had a long road trip from NY to NC, and now I am a southern gentleman.

I am gentle and love all people and most dogs. I now love cats, too. I'm a lover, and feel that giving unconditional love is the best way to heal any hurts from my past. My future goal is becoming a therapy dog. I don't know if I'll ever become a therapy dog, because I like to bark too much. Do you suppose there are people who find barking therapeutic?

After being in my forever home for over a year, I started having eye problems. One eye got infected badly and had to be removed. The other has had a cataract removed...but I still can't see much and am mostly blind. But my family keeps the furniture in the same place so I can easily find my way around, and I do just fine. I was an old dog when I was adopted--nobody knows how old--and that was almost five years ago now!But I'm a testament to how much senior doggies can contribute in loving their families--I am Bobby the Love Dog, loving and loved and deeply grateful to have found, through the care of so many wonderful people, my forever home.

I'm famous!

Well, I am famous now! My daddy just got his science fiction book published and the author photo on the back cover features ME, Bobby the Love Dog. There I am, available on Amazon.com. http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0982307926/ It's amazing! I am proud of my daddy and excited to be on a book cover!!

Feeling better

I feel better now. I guess they are right, and it just takes time for grief to begin to heal. Over the weekend I started taking more interest in things, snuggling with mama more, staying awake more and not searhing the house so much. I feel more like myself again.

Adjusting

Well, we are struggling here to adjust to the loss of Zoe. I did OK the first week, and then my grandma and human sister were here over Easter weekend distracting me with treats and petting and snuggling. But now they've gone home, and mama and daddy went back to work, and I am lonesome. The cats are not much company. I get a little confused sometimes; mama calls it "doggie dementia". It's hard to remember where I am and how to get to the next room without Zoe's help. But I'll figure it out. I am being very brave and loving my family a lot because it helps them feel better. Love heals all.