August 20th 2007 11:55 am
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I had my first birthday, and I'm 1 now! You should see me. You CAN see me, in my fabulous new glamour shots. There's my new userpic, where I show off my Look. I call it 'Blue Steel'. I didn't steal that from Zoolander, either. I have a steely gaze, don't you think? And my eyes are blue. Blue Steel. Or you could say it like, *Bluuuue Steeeel*, in a really raspy announcer-guy voice. I like that, too. Yeah. Try it like that, okay?
So, I've been real busy. I'm marginally better at my walks now, and I sorta know what I'm supposed to do. The problem is this: what I'm supposed to do, and what I want to do are two different things. I'm real good at all my other tricks, though, and mannerly. Only not on our walks...I just want to frolic around like a total fool, and I don't like having to worry about slamming into person legs while I whip around in my gleeful way. Jeez, they're like tree trunks, these people.
I know that I get liver treats if I do the 'heel' thing, so I do that sometimes, but squirrels and dogs and plants and bees and ants and people and kids and cars and rocks and acorns and candy wrappers and dandelions and ferns and mystery gunk are all so enticing. I want to get fully acquainted with everyone and everything I run across, and it's not all my fault. They like to meet me, too.
I had my one year birthday on August 1st, and Mom and Dad brought me a hamburger cake (no onions) from McDonalds. I hadta share it with Delphi, but whatever. It took me a while to work on that thing anyway. I had some fries too.
Then it was Delphi's birthday (she turned 3), and we had another hamburger cake (this time I was glad about the sharing rule), and mom and Nero had birthdays too! It's been pretty fun these days. I hope you're all doing well, too!
Love
...dot...
March 9th 2007 4:40 pm
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I made it, everyone! I did the right thing; I got spayed. It wasn't so bad. I got to take a goofy nap, and when I woke up, I got some food and a wobbly romp outside. Then I had another goofy nap for a long time inside a clean kennel with a soft blanket inside. No biggie!
There was this beagle in the room across the kennel aisle barkin' his head off. I never heard anything like that before, guys. Hounds are awesome! I liked that guy.
Then they came and let me out by the front desk ladies, and I heard something really wonderful: Mom! Saying my name! Well, I was wiggling so hard I could barely walk, tryin' to get to my mom, and when I got there and sniffed her face, I knew it was really her, and against all laws of physics, I wiggled even harder! This was the best moment of my life! Mom! She came back! She said a whole bunch of stuff I didn't understand, but I know I heard the word, 'Home', and that was the NEW best moment of my life! Home! We were going HOME!
We paid the nice ladies, and went outside. Guess who was waiting in the car. Guess! It was Delphi! The even NEWER best moment of my life! Delphi! In the car! Goin' Home! With MOM!
'Quit wiggling, Dot, you'll bust a seam!' Mom has been saying that a lot while I get better. Bust a seam? Whatever, I'm HOME with my FAMILY, and I did the right thing. DAD came home later that night, and I just have to say, it was the best day of my life. Comin' home, seeing my family (even the cats), and eating some fancy meals with yummy supplements to help me get better fast. And I am, you guys. I'm definitely tougher than I was last time I barked at you.
I had my first walk since my surgery today, and boy did I do a good job. I gave 100% and pulled and pulled as hard as I could every time we took a step. For some reason, I didn't get any liver treats for that kind of behavior, but I could tell from Delphi's breath later that she got a whole bunch of 'em. Could someone explain this whole 'walk' thing to me, please, please, please, pul-leaaaaze?
Still pretty baffled,
***Violet***
a.k.a.: dot :
February 26th 2007 4:24 pm
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Tomorrow, February 27th is National Spay Day! And how fitting that Mom should have chosen that day (quite accidentally) for my very own Spay Day. I know. I understand what it means, you guys. I'm bein' strong about it, though, 'cause it's for the best. It really is, you know. There are too many unwanted puppies out there, and Mom and Dad would be irresponsible owners if they let me contribute to that problem. You see, I understand.
I'm not thrilled about it, but YOU look REALLY sad! Hey, it's okay, you guys. I'm doing the right thing here, and I'm bein' strong. It's okay to be scared a little, and I am...but only a little. I'm a tough little bully, you know. If anyone can handle it, it's sturdy little Violet. Dot! Your favorite puppy! Goin' under the knife, so to speak. So to speak. It's really not that bad. A little incision (you sleep right through it), some wacky meds, and a lot of attention. Doesn't sound so bad, does it? You think? Well, I'm not worried. I'm bein' a strong little pup, and I'm proud of gettin' spayed. Doin' the right thing.
The food dish got taken away after a Special Meal and some Frosty Paws Ice Cream Dessert, and I'm told the water dish goes at 8:00. I'd better get a drink, huh? Before my surgery. No way, that's not my little chin quivering...I'm bein' strong, remember. No, I didn't plead to be spared with my deep, blue puppy eyes. I'm a tough little girl, who is doin' the right thing.
Next time I write, I'll be even tougher!
Grrrrrr!
***Violet***
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