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Suki's Ramblings

It's Not a Tumor...

The one with glasses took me to Dr B's office again today. Last time I was there he cleaned out my ears (I had mites) while I tried to flirt with him. Today, he checked out a little bump on my belly and he said it was just the internal sutures from the cyst I had removed when I was spayed.

Dr B also 'expressed my anal glands' and I wasn't too happy about that. His assistant and the one with glasses were laughing at me - they said I was making a funny face. I'm sure they'd be making a funny face too if they were getting the same treatment.

Afterwards we went to The Hungry Puppy. I like it there. The girls who work there think I'm so cute and offer my cookies or biscuits all the time. They were out of my favourite canned food (Merrick's Grammy's Pot Pie) so I picked out a couple different varieties this time. Henry's not particular - he'll eat anything.

It's a nice cool day here today - I think we're all going to go for a walk in the park since the weekend is supposed to be hot and humid. Father's Day is Sunday - I need to remind Henry that we need to get a card.

Visitors

We had some visitors this past weekend - the one with glasses called them "Mom" and "Dad" and told me I couldn't bark at them. They turned out to be okay - I managed to get the woman to take me out for a short walk. Behold the power of cute.

Today I'm told we're having more visitors - to clean up my messes on the living room carpet. I don't know why the one with glasses gets so upset when I go potty there. I'm not like Henry - I can't hold it as long. I thought she had my schedule down, but she's slacking. Guess I'm gonna have to retrain her to take me out more often.

Oh Boy! A New Home!

I have a new home!

There's two humans, another (big) dog named Henry and three furry things smaller than me that I'm told are cats. I'm having a blast getting to know everyone, even the other dogs in the neighborhood.

Yesterday they took Henry and me to the beach. I tired out before Henry did so Mom and I just sat on the boardwalk and people watched. I have the cute factor going for me. Lots of girls saw me and "oohed" over me.

Mom says she doesn't know what kind of dog I am. The shelter said pomeranian, but I'm bigger than the pom standard. Does it really matter? I'm a cute dog no matter my breed.