Rest in Peace, My Angel...

I regret to have to say that last night (July 30th) at 10:15pm, Dudek passed over the rainbow bridge.

His health deteriorated quickly over a 24 hour period. He already had existing heart disease, and furthermore, yesterday his trachea collapsed, resulting in him not being able to breath properly. This in turn caused further heart upset, a swollen liver, some water collection in the lungs, and suffering for Dudek.

The veterinarians at the Ontario Veterinary College in Guelph informed me that even if surgery was an option in order to repair his trachea, because of the heart problems and the old age, Dudek was not a good candidate.

I made the decision to put Dudek to rest. I did not want him to suffer, and I did not want the additional pain and agony of surgery for a dog that may very well have not woken up from the anesthesia.

My dear sweet friend, my companion, my little angel. You were always such a sweetie. You were a true character, with your comical expressions, your fiesty little attitude that made everyone laugh. Even though sometimes you had quite the attitude, no one could help but love you because you were simply you. When I walk into the apartment, I still see you in the kitchen, waiting for a treat...or in the living room, lying on the carpet and looking up at me. When I go outside with your sister Messina, my other hand feels empty not holding your leash. You will be with me always in spirit. I wish I could hold you, give you kisses, and rub your ears just how you liked it. It relaxed you so much. You were so peaceful when you left this world. I miss you so...

You are with God now. He will take care of you, and you will be there with him, surrounded by his love and peace. And of course, will have all the bones, treats, and toys you've ever dreamed of. :) You deserve nothing less my little guy.

God bless you Dudek. May your soul forever rest in peace. I love you...

Heart Problems

Hello Diary,

It seems like we have a bit of a problem...I'm not feeling so well. Well, I WASN'T feeling so wel....I was glum...couldn't breath properly, coughing alot, etc.

Violet took me to the evil vet...who gave me some kind of pills for my heart...he said I have heart disease due to age, and that well, not much can be done aside from taking some meds to help with circulation. So, here I am, feeling better than I was two days ago. Got an ultrasound and xrays and am on heart medication.

Just wanted to update you with that information....don't get all paranoid yet, I'm still keepin it mighty..muahahahaha :P

Sincerely,
King Dudek

Valentine's Day

Dear Diary Shmiary,

Well, its Valentine's Day.....and as much as I could give a poop bag about love....I have to admit, there is someone special for me..her name is Rosie :) My one and only....

Rosie, I just want to let you know that I love you so..and I'm wishing you a very wonderful and safe Valentine's day...may you be healthy and happy always! XOXOXOX

I mean..uhm, ehem...WHY ARE THE REST OF YOU READING THIS?!!!

pfft, what are you looking at? :P The day I show you all some love is the day I become friends with the rabid squirrel army!

NO LOVE FOR YOU!

Sincerely,
Dudek the Supreme Master of the Universe

One of the WORST Days EVER!!!!

Dear Diary,

You won't believe what mother made me do..no, wait, she literally forced me into this whole mess. I think I'm actually going to cry, aside from being manly and all...this is all very difficult to me.

SHE TOOK MESSINA AND I TO SEE FAT MAN!!!! OH MY CHIHUAHUA!!!!!!! Yes, she actually let him TOUCH me...T O U C H M E!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't believe this has happened. What if he actually got some kind of special magical dust on me or something? What if its acid or poison?!!!! You know the worst part? Messina wanted to sit on his LAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (thing is, she didn't and instead I did because I'm smaller than her fat butt!)

I can't believe her..I'm so glad we're not related. No common sense in that woman. She actually LIKES SANTA! She told me he gives everyone gifts...YA RIGHT IF YOU LIKE POISONOUS CHOCOLATES OR EXPLOSIVE DOLLS!!!

I don't know what this world has come to. Anyways, the good news is, I actually survived. I stayed strong and tried not to look him in the eye. The protests didn't make mom change her mind though. The darn woman made me take pictures with him as evidence of our meeting. Messina actually liked it, SOOO NOT surprised. How does she even call herself a dog, or a pit bull? I thought pit bulls were supposed to be strong and intelligent..pffft..so much for THAT rumor!

So, here I am at home now. The horror is somewhat over, but I don't know how I'm going to actually live with myself for not fighting harder against this whole ordeal. The picture of me in his lap is on my page here...to show you all I'm sure as heck not joking around. I hope this never happens to any of you dogs on here. Its really not something any canine should have to go through. Dog knows what his plans are in doing this "pet pictures with Santa" deal in public....the fat man is getting smarter....I'm starting to panic again....can't breath can't breath....having a panic attack....*gasps for breath*....

I have to go cry now....

Sincerely,
Dudek in Distress

On the First Day of Christmas, the Fat Man Will Get From- MEEEE!!!

Dear Diary,

The dreaded day is near..."Christmas"..when the fat man, whom everyone has come to know as Santa Claus, begins his night routine of breaking into people's houses and terrorizing all of dog, and yes, even CAT kind. Not even the horrid enemy with claws can get away from the red guy with long white fur!

I'm scared..but then I think of all of you..all of us wet nosed creatures..and I think to myself...not this year fat guy..not this year. You won't be knocking on my door or climbing through my window. And if you even think about the chimney, ohh..there will be fire...lots of it!!!

I am waiting for you tubby..I am waiting!

And as a warning, I have created this for him:
(Parental Discretion is Advised - May Offend Some Readers!)

The Twelve Days of Dudek's Terror on the Fat Man!
*ehem*

On the first day of Christmas, the fat man got from me,
a bon fire in the chimney

On the second day of Christmas, the fat man got from me,
two accidents on his right shoe,
and a bon fire in the chimney

On the third day of Christmas, the fat man got from me,
three poisoned cookies,
two accidents on his right shoe,
and a bon fire in the chimney

On the fourth day of Christmas, the fat man got from me,
four exploding tree ornaments,
three poisoned cookies,
two accidents on his right shoe,
and a bon fire in the chimney

On the fifth day of Christmas, the fat man got from me,
five yards of ribbon around his neck,
four exploding tree ornaments,
three poisoned cookies,
two accidents on his right shoe,
and a bon fire in the chimney

On the sixth day of Christmas, the fat man got from me,
six Christmas cards with threats written in them,
five yards of ribbon around his neck,
four exploding tree ornaments,
three poisoned cookies,
two accidents on his right shoe,
and a bon fire in the chimney

On the seventh day of Christmas, the fat man got from me,
seven loud warning growls,
six Christmas cards with threats written in them,
five yards of ribbon around his neck,
four exploding tree ornaments,
three poisoned cookies,
two accidents on his right shoe,
and a bon fire in the chimney

On the eigth day of Christmas, the fat man got from me,
eight pictures of elves held as hostages,
seven loud warning growls,
six Christmas cards with threats written in them,
five yards of ribbon around his neck,
four exploding tree ornaments,
three poisoned cookies,
two accidents on his right shoe,
and a bon fire in the chimney

On the ninth day of Christmas, the fat man got from me,
nine bites on the butt,
eight pictures of elves held as hostages,
seven loud warning growls,
six Christmas cards with threats written in them,
five yards of ribbon around his neck,
four exploding tree ornaments,
three poisoned cookies,
two accidents on his right shoe,
and a bon fire in the chimney

On the tenth day of Christmas, the fat man got from me,
ten glasses of 10 year old eggnog,
nine bites on the butt,
eight pictures of elves held as hostages,
seven loud warning growls,
six Christmas cards with threats written in them,
five yards of ribbon around his neck,
four exploding tree ornaments,
three poisoned cookies,
two accidents on his right shoe,
and a bon fire in the chimney

On the eleventh day of Christmas, the fat man got from me,
eleven mocking laughs,
ten glasses of 10 year old eggnog,
nine bites on the butt,
eight pictures of elves held as hostages,
seven loud warning growls,
six Christmas cards with threats written in them,
five yards of ribbon around his neck,
four exploding tree ornaments,
three poisoned cookies,
two accidents on his right shoe,
and a bon fire in the chimney

On the twelfth day of Chirstmas, the fat man got from me,
twelve days that he'll never forget,
eleven mocking laughs,
ten glasses of 10 year old eggnog,
nine bites on the butt,
eight pictures of elves held as hostages,
seven loud warning growls,
six Christmas cards with threats written in them,
five yards of ribbon around his neck,
four exploding tree ornaments,
three poisoned cookies,
two accidents on his right shoe,
and a bon fire in the chimney


Sincerely,
Dudek in waiting *smirks*

Weight Loss my A**!!!!

Dear flippin Diary...

Good thing you haven't forgotten about me..cuz I forgot about you..:P :P :P UNTIL THIS TRAGIC MOMENT IN TIME HAPPENED!

Guess what? MOM PUT ME ON A DIET..because the stupid VET told her I needed to lose weight..pffffffffffffffffttttt what EVER!!! I'm not even fat..I just have thick bones and I can't help that I'm full of love!

This is outrageous..so now, instead of enjoying all the goodness that the kitchen can offer the humans, I'm stuck on some kind of Canidae Weight Management formula..uhm, hello..where the heck is my chicken and potatoes?!!!!

I dunno, this is just too much for a man of my stature to handle...I get taken to the parks more often, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but the food rations need to seriously go up, SOON...

Worst of all, the doc said it might take about 6 months to a year for me to come down to the proper weight that a man of my height needs to be...sooo lame..give me a break, at least I'm not BALD! :P

Well, nothing I can do I suppose. Hard as it may be to believe, I am quite powerless at this point. Dad said I lost some weight already cuz I'm more energetic..pfft, its called having an anxiety attack because you're eating CANNED FOOD..UGH..SOOOO CAT-LIKE!

*sigh* So, I must now temporarily sign off Diary, and please, do wish me well and hope that I lose this weight as soon as possible (although its obvious that everyone's just gone mad or needs a stronger prescription for their glasses)...

Sincerely,
The ever so famished, King Dudek

The Costume "Thing"....?....

Diary!

This is just strange...everyone is dressing up in some sort of costume for Dog knows what purpose..but alas, I have joined the dog population in converting my physical identity to another sort - I have chosen to become a squirrel. Now, before you choose to judge me obnoxiously, let me remind you that I am doing this for all of dog kind; I am going to affiliate with the enemy to see what information I can gather from the squirrel mafia headquarters. Do my glasses give me away? I hope not..this will be dangerous, but know that I am taking a risk for dog kind...you guys better buy me stuff and feed me well for this!!

I mean, yes, I will make you proud woofers!

So if you feel the urge to make fun of me, just look at my sister's page...I mean, she's a cat - there's something for you to poke at...for Dog sakes leave me alone!!! I ORDER YOU SO!

Good day Diary..until we meet again...*sneaks off behind a bush and starts sniffing around for peanuts and acorns*

Sincerely,
King Dudek the 1st

My Queen...

Diary,

I do appologize for my mushy gushy behavior a few days ago...I was acting strange..this Valentine's day business is getting to me...

Anyways, I spoke to Rosalita..firmly, but gently...she has agreed that she will become my Queen.....*tries not to giggle*..ehem, so now that I have my right side...I can continue to conduct business as a King..perhaps one day, I will be able to bring a son into this world to continue my reign..

Wait, nevermind, I'm neutered..

But ALAS!!! I have a partner... *hee hee hee*..ehem...good day Diary!

- King Dudek

I have fallen for an angel...

Valentine's day is coming up..and a King is single, what sense does that make?...

Well, I will have you know, dear diary, that I have found a woman that exceeds all of my dreams...she is beautiful, smart, kind, sweet, and her personality is sooo cute...
Her name is Rosalita Lola...everyone calls her Rosie..she is amazing..my heart skips a beat everytime I see her in Dogster down town...

She's also got such a lovely style..she has the best toys, and nice little outfits..she sure knows how to strut her stuff...I would love to make her my Queen..but does she feel the same way about me?

I hope so, because I think we would go so well together..I would take such good care of Rosie..she deserves nothing less...

I love you Rosie *blushes*..my princess sweetie pie..*giggles like a fruit*

Steps to becoming world dominant power

1. Begin by outlining and clarifying who the enemy is: the Squirrel mafia, the pigeons (alliance to the squirrels), the penguins in the northern regions (summoned by the pigeons - birds word together efficiently), and now it has come to my attention from a fellow dogster that the rabbit colonies should be monitored carefully as they are planning for a possible revolution.

2. From an alliance with the felines, if at all possible. This will give the canine race, as much as I hate to say it, a powerful group of individuals with climbing, squeezing through, clawing, and stalking talents.

3. If Poncho is found guilty, free him from jail to win the public's support (more support, more support!)

4. Don't know yet, still in progress... ... ...