It wasn't a wart...

Well, the vet thinks I got a tiny little piece of something stuck in my foot and my paw is trying to get it out on it's own... now I get to soak my foot in salt water every night and it's getting much better. I'm pretty happy about going to the vet because mom got me a large squeaky this time. It was awesome!

Mom found out today that her letter writing has paid off and she's going to the next council meeting in the town next to ours. Apparently they don't like dogs like me and I'm not allowed to visit the town. Mom doesn't think that's fair, so she's going to teach them what nice dogs we are when we're trained and socialized. They don't let 'pit bulls or bull terriers' within town limits, and the Animal Control Officer has the right to confiscate us if we do go.

Marley

Off to the vet again tomorrow

Mom said when we came home from our walk last night that I had cut my foot... I left really pretty red paw prints on the beige couch. So I got a nice bath, some disinfecting stuff and mom wouldn't let me get too rowdy. When she looked at it this morning she said I'm swollen and I have something that looks like a wart on my foot... so I get to go to see my vet tomorrow morning! YIPPEE.... I love my vet... plus that means I get a brand new squeaky ball cause mom says they have the most doggy proof ones there.

I'll let you all know how it goes.

Marley

I love Tim Horton's cups and bags!

Today mom and dad left, they were gone FOREVER (in people time it was about an hour, but in dog years it's a long time). While they were gone I found a bag full of papers for recycling and I thought I could smell timbits (small round donuts for those of you not in Canada) in there... I very politely took everything out of the garbage bag, found the Tim Hortons bags, but I couldn't find the timbits... I made sure that everything in the bag was torn into nice little pieces that timbits couldn't hide under, but I still didn't find any... it was pretty disappointing... Mom took a picture of me laughing in the mess when she got home cause even she thought it was pretty funny.

Marley

Another trip to the vet... but no x-rays this time

Well, I thought I was done with those shot things... but mom put me in the car today (I thought I was going to the dog park) and we drove to the vets office.

I LOVE my vets office, they are soooo nice... they gave me a ball to play with when I got x-rays at Christmas time (note to other puppies, don't eat remotes and pewter ornaments... I chewed the pewter nice and small though so that I just had sparkly poop for a few days and mom seemed relieved that I didn't need surgery the week before Christmas) Today I got another ball and lots of treats, but I also got two shots and a smear of stuff on my neck called revolution. That stuff stinks but mom says it keeps the fleas away.

Marley

Couldn't play in the dog park today

Mom and dad took me to the new farmhouse and we played in the yard a little bit, then we headed back into town and they said I could go to the dog park. Usually they spell P-A-R-K, but I can tell what that is now.

When we got there, there was a nice german shepard puppy there that was the same age as me. It was his first time at the dog park, and I tried to wrestle, but he didn't understand and just rolled over on his back and cried. So mom and dad made me leave the park, cause they said I was scaring the new puppy... I was sad and cried all the way home cause I didn't get to play.

Mom played with me in the yard again, but it's just not the same.

We took some pictures of the previous trip to the dog park, which mom put on my page. That time there was no one else there and dad played fetch with me for a long time, he got tired first. That was super fun.

Marley

One step closer to a little sister....

Mom said a nice lady from the Ontario rescue thingy called this morning to talk about me getting a little sister. Mom seems to think it went well, now she's hoping we can have an open house and sell our current home so we can move to that farmhouse I love... I've been there a couple times and I LOVE the yard, it's about a million time bigger than the trailer park. I'm pretty excited to have a little sister so I'm keeping my paws crossed.

Marley

Oh, the weather outside is frightful...

Well, we finally had our first real snowstorm... so far we had only gotten a couple inches and I was having lots of fun playing. Then suddenly yesterday, mom said something called 'winter' arrived and I'm not allowed to go to the dog park today. It's -37 degrees celcius with the windchill and mom said exposed skin freezes too quickly so she's trying to keep me happy locked in the house.

We've been playing tag up and down the hallway for a while, but it's just not the same as meeting my friends at the dog park. Mom's teaching me hide and go seek for toys, but so far I have to be able to see the toy or I just look at mom like she's crazy cause I'm not sure what's she's so excited about.

Sometimes I wish I had long hair so I'd be warm out there. Mom made me a nice coat (it's camouflage just like my new collar - see my picture), but she says I really need boots too.

I've been outside a couple times, but I just run down the steps to pee and run right back in, mom was right... it's WAY too cold to be hanging around outside.

Marley

Playing in the dog park

I've been going to the dog park almost every day since I was a really little puppy. Mom says because I'm a pit bull I need to be socialized. Now I'm not sure what that means, but it is FUN! I get to run and play in a 3 acre area that was fenced in by our new city. It has trees, and a big clear area and lots of other dogs to play with. There's a separate smaller fenced area for the little dogs and today there were no little dogs, but there was another pit bull there just like me. Well, sort of like me, he didn't seem to want to play. His owner said he is 'game bred' and isn't allowed to play in an area with other dogs cause he's not as friendly as me. He snarled and barked at me and I got scared, but there was a fence so it was okay. Then a boxer came in my area and I had tons of fun playing with her. She knew how to play chase really well.

Mom and dad said I might be getting a little sister soon, she's coming from Ontario where dogs like me aren't allowed at all. I hope she comes soon cause the kitty doesn't like wrestling with me and I'd really like someone else to play with.

Marley

Apparently not everyone thinks I'm cute...

My mom works nights so she got home in the morning and she only took me for a walk for half an hour, then she claims she needs sleep... I've been sleeping all night, I don't see what's wrong with her. When she got up we went to the pet store for a new collar (cause I'm almost a big dog now, I didn't like my baby collar). I met a bunch of people there and lots of people patted me, except for one lady who wouldn't come near me when mom said I was a pitbull... she said I'm something called 'vicious' and people shouldn't have dogs like me. That made my mom really mad, but I just wagged my tail cause I didn't understand that word. Luckily everyone else was very nice and now I'm sporting a pretty cool camouflage collar, and I got a lamb flavoured bone for being such a good boy with all the kids in the store.

Marley