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Double Digits

January 23rd 2011 1:08 am
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We're not talking about toes! I will be ten years old on the tenth of February 2011. My mom says that we are going to celebrate the entire day. I get a can of dog food!

I don't feel any older. That's a real good thing because my mom needs me as much as ever. She thought I needed a replacement and got two different dogs at two different times as potential replacements. The first dog was too aggressive. The second dog was just right but mom wasn't really ready to train another dog. That dog went to a lady with a hearing loss and is now her ears.

It's been a busy year but at least I managed to show mom that I was still fit for service.


Putting the Dogs First

September 26th 2009 2:06 am
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I went to my doctor the other day. She gave me holy hell. I haven't been eating a lot, because I've been spending all my money on dog food. I lost six pounds in a month. My doctor says I'm setting myself up for an infection. Well, I hope not.

Ziva continues to be a wonder. She's worth her weight in gold. I need to start training her more. She's ready and I'm procrastinating.

Donovan is still the best dog I ever had. I yelled at him tonight, and had to apologize. He went out the door with me like I've trained him to do. The only problem was that I didn't want him to go out. So there he was, no vest, no leash, standing there looking at me like I was crazy. He was right. I was the crazy one. He was doing exactly what I always want him to do. I forgot to tell him to stay in place. Luckily he forgives me for everything.


Mom left me all alone!

September 7th 2009 9:05 pm
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Mom took Ziva and left. At first I thought they would be right back. Then the time got longer and longer. I panicked! Mom was out there with only Ziva to help her! I tried to get my vest and put it on, but I couldn't. If I could get my vest on I could open the door and go to Mom. It got longer and longer that Mom was gone. It started to get dark. It got dark. Mom and Ziva weren't back yet. Suddenly, I heard Mom's wheel chair! There she was with Ziva. I was never so glad in my life. Mom came in and put Ziva in her crate. Mom petted and petted me. Mom fed Ziva and me. She took me outside for a little walk. I hurried up and toiletted so we could go back and Mom could pet me some more. Mom acted just like she had gone for a short walk with Ziva and come right back. I finally calmed down. Mom got ready for bed. Ziva and I got our night time treat, and we all went to bed. What a day!


Another Puppy

July 27th 2009 9:53 pm
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Mom's at it again! This Saturday, August first, some lady is bringing a puppy to class for us to look at. I don't want to look at any puppy! All puppies are is trouble! Grrrrrrr! And Mom says that I must be good. That I cannot attack the puppy. She says I should give the puppy a chance.

This puppy is a lab. He's chocolate like Keebler the boss' service dog. Keebler is a good dog. If this puppy is like Keebler, he might not be too bad. The puppy's name is Sullivan. Another Irish name, like mine. He's an Aquarius like me too. Grrrrrr! That means I'll have to share my birthday. Maybe there'll be twice as many treats! That would be ok.

I guess I will take a look at this puppy. Maybe he will be nice and submissive. If I can be the boss everything will be okay.

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Surgery Survived!

July 19th 2009 10:30 pm
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On Thursday (July 16) I had cancer surgery. The vet cut out the tumor and a big piece of my right hind leg. I hope it was enough, because I do not want to go through that again!
Tomorrow the vet is going to take out the drainage tube they put in my leg. I can't wait.
Mom is still nervous, because the lab has to diagnose the tumor and if the piece the vet cut out was big enough.
I just want to heal up and not think about the whole thing any more.


Mom says...

July 13th 2009 10:37 pm
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Mom says I have cancer, whatever that is. She is all worried because she does not have lots of money to pay for what she says I need. I heard surgery, again. Grrrrrrr! Woof! Woof! I don't like anesthetic! I don't like waking up feeling goofy. And my leg will hurt. Mom says that the cancer is a tumor on the back of my right hind leg. She also says that I will need chemotherapy, whatever that is.

I feel like I am getting into something I am really not going to like at all. Despite all that stuff, I am going to do my job and take care of Mom. She better let me!


Grrrrrrr! Puppy Talk.

July 10th 2009 2:21 am
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Grrrrrrrrr! Mom let another male puppy come into our place today. I showed him! I snarled and bit his back. Slippery fellow! He escaped out the door. Mom had a hold on my collar, and fell when I tried to go after that puppy.

Mom is not doing a lot of puppy talk, but she says a girl puppy when she does talk about it. I think I would like a girl puppy to play with. I like Kalani, she's a chocolate lab. The puppies will be labradoodles, I don't really know what that means. There's lab in the name, though, so a girl ought to be ok.

I just don't want another male puppy in my home.


Doodle Puppies!

June 23rd 2009 11:27 pm
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Mom is all excited! Our friend and teacher called us tonight and told Mom that the momma labradoodle is definitely pregnant. I don't know why Mom needs another dog, she has me, but this has made her so happy that I'm happy too. We won't know how many puppies the momma will have for a while yet. They aren't big enough to count yet, they're just puppy lumps, hehehehe. We'll keep you updated!



June 9th 2009 9:32 pm
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Woof! Woof! Grrrrrr! Mom says we're getting a labra-something in September, whenever that is. She already tried one other dog, and he was terrible. I really don't want another dog taking up Mom's time and attention. I'm jealous enough of the computer, without there being another dog around.

Mom says I'm getting old. Well, so what! She knew I'd get old when she got me. Doesn't she know I give my all every day? I plan on being around for a long time. I have good genes, and I will age slowly. Just because this year my muzzle got a lot of white hairs doesn't mean I'm ready to retire.

I love you, Mom. I will always do my best for you, no matter how old I get.


Why do I have to put up with a Puppy?

June 5th 2009 10:02 pm
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Woof! Grrrrrrrr! Mom just got rid of the problem puppy, and here she is talking about another puppy! I want peace and quiet. I like it just fine with Mom and me and the cats. We all get along just fine, and a puppy will take lots of Mom's time and attention. I feel lost and confused when Mom pays lots of attention to another dog. Even if that dog is a puppy, I feel like my place has been taken away from me.

When the other puppy was here, I tried acting more like the puppy to make Mom happy. I hated that puppy, though. He was rough and didn't know how to behave. He bit Mom and bruised her a lot. He destroyed things Mom cared about.

So what do I do about this new puppy?

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