Ouch!

Don't ask me how, but I've got a left paw injury that was kinda freakin my mom out. I started limping about a week ago and when my paw was checked mom wasn't sure what she was looking at, but it it made her queasy. There is A REASON mom is not a nurse or a doctor, so this is not her strong suit. Give her a psychiatric emergency anytime, but for dog's sake do.not.bleed.

After she got over her faint feeling, she googled up how to treat a paw pad injury and before you know it I was being soaked, disinfected, ointmented and wrapped. She wasn't sure if there might not be something still in there, so a trip to the vet was also in the cards. Mom may not be a good medical professional, but I am a good patient. Treats help.

Now I am walking around with a bandaged paw for awhile to let everything heal up. It is really cutting into my my walking routine and my kick Scout's heinie hobbie. I also get to play the sympathy card by looking real cute and pathetic.

score!

All the hard work paid off. Mom lets us off leash on the back part of our walk where nature is in the process of reclaiming the golf course. Scout just loves to chase chickens, but I had my sniffer set on different game. I stalk, I flush, I pounce and I got one! Mom looked back just as I grabbed, shook and dispatched the little vermin before that rat knew what happened.

Mom was horrified but I am quite pleased with myself.

a new career path

Your Canine Behavior Type Index is

OGM - Diplomat

Your dog is an Organised, Gamma and Medium Activity type which we call the Diplomat. The Diplomat is a task focused, submissive character employing passive, medium energy techniques. It strives to keep order in a small but meaningful area and do the leader's bidding in a passive, sometimes underhanded manner. The combination of Submissive (Gamma or G) and Medium (M) energy factors make the Diplomat a soft, loving, easy care character.

I like the underhanded part...bol!

(Find out what you are at Canine Behavior Type Index Test )

tis the season

Christmas morning mom took us on a lovely beach walk so we could run in the sand, hunt crabs and swim in the ocean.

I was feeling so inspired by the great outdoors that of course I had to make a depoosit. In my extra generosity I made sure there was a hanging dingleberry for mom to take care of.

berry christmas mom!

new wrassle move

birthday schmirthday...I don't feel a day over 3.

What's really exciting is my new wrassling move in which I have my sister on her back and sit on her face while I figure out which thrashing limb to grab onto.

Now that's what I call fun.

now it's personal

oh, sure it's all fun and games when we're playin' and chasing...no one told me that crabs can grab your nose and won't let go even when you're runnin' around pawin' at them!!

ouch!

Mom and dad stopped laughing long enough to remove the crustatian and find out that it was my pride that took the biggest hit before they started up again.

That is one dead crab.

close call

mom went away and put dad in charge of our daily routine and well being.

How could that happen?!

Oh sure, he fed us, took us on walks, talked to us, slept with us, gave me tummy rubs...

~whatever~

Where is MOM!?!?

Thank dog she is back...I barely survived.

let me rock you

Our new puppy neighbor has found a way to get through the fence. Obviously she finds us irresistable. Mom thinks she looks a little like our pal Daisy
at the rainbow bridge. She is so sweet and spunky.

She makes me play with her!!

She is...Shaka Khan :o)

this place is going to the frogs

Where we live now it is dark at night, real dark...no streetlights dark.
So when mom lets us out for our last "growler" (that's dad's word for potty, but that is a whole other story) you can't see a darn thing. With a flip of the switch a little chunk of the back yard is in the spotlight and what to my wondering eyes should appear? Yes, that's right...
frogs. Big honkin' frogs.

Usually about 10 of the freaky things freeze in place and stand at attention like some collection of mutant garden decorations. I know they want me to chase their jumpy butts across the lawn, but for some reason mom is not up with that idea. I just get told to leave them.

So they just stare, like a game of amphibious chicken, (isn't that what they are suppose to taste like?) daring me to do something. When you sniff at them they just hunker down and act like they are about to explode. That might be fun. Then I could roll in it. But no. Apparently we are supposed to peacefully coexist. Where's the fun in that.

There goes the neighborhood.

mommas little drama girl

Thank dog that this move didn't involve crates, planes and long stretches without seeing mom. I'm good as long as I can keep my eye on her. If she leaves I just wait patiently for her return. But if I know she's somewhere around and I can't see her...

...rrrrooooooooooooo...
where ...rrrrrryyoooooooooooooouuu...
I'm dyin' here......rrrrrroooooooooooo...

It's really quite dramatic.