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Journal of William

I Hate Ticks =(

We went to look at a place on Saturday. Something we've done a gazillion times in the last six months. I hate it, it's boring. We go into a place, and walk around, but I'm not allowed to sniff anything or greet anyone. Then we go to another one. Over and over until we go home.

But this time was different. First of all, we'd been to this place before. Secondly, mom let me run around off-leash for a long time. She told me that this is our new home. Not sure what that means. It can't be what it sounds like, because we went home after a few hours.

Regardless, it was a lot of fun. The only bad thing that happened is that I got stuck in a mean bush. It bit me and wouldn't let go. I kept trying to go forward, and it didn't work. Mom told me to back out, and that worked, but it still hurt some. But it was okay because, once I got out, I got to run in something called a creek. Its like a pond, but shallow and the water moves.

We went home, and I was happy. Exhausted, but happy. Until mom said I had a tick on my eyelid. I don't know what that is, but I do know that it involved her pulling at my eyelid for what seemed like forever. And then my eye swelled shut. :(

It got better by the next morning. But then, last night, mommy said she found another tick on my other eyelid. More pulling. It was awful. But at least my eye didn't swell shut.

And now, she says we have to go to the vet for ticks. I don't know what that means, but it can't be good. I hate the vet. :(

If ticks mean pulling on my eyelids and going to the vet, I hate ticks even more than I hate the vet. >(

Allergeeze

Mom says I have allergeeze. She says that's why my ears always itch and I have to get expressed so much.

She says I have to go on a diet. I don't want to go on a diet. I'm already thin, everyone says so. But she says its important.

I guess its not all bad: I hate getting expressed. If this makes it less often, then maybe its worth it.

Still, I don't wanna be all skin and bones. :(

I've had a big 3 weeks

First, humom decided that she needed to get away from hudad for a little while. So she caught a ride with some friends of hers for a "short" trip to Vermont. It didn't feel short, let me tell you! I thought I'd never get out of that crate! I mean, they took me out, but then they'd put me back in again. I was not very happy with that.

I did learn to potty outside my own back yard, which I guess is good. It sure seemed to make mommy happy. Still, though, if we'd just gone home, I wouldn't have had to potty in some random grass area.

Anyway, we finally got to Vermont after what seemed like furever. Everyone was tired except me, and they slept almost all day. I played with my toys by myself. They finally got up, and we went out to a restaurant. Then, we went back home, they took showers, and went back to sleep! Lazy humans!

The next day, mom and I spent a whole day just hanging out together while those other people went away. I really liked that. We went on walks and everything. :)

Then, the next day, they put me back in the crate. :(

They took me to a big house, and we walked around, but I wasn't allowed to sniff anything. Then, back into the crate (again!).

After what seemed like another furever, they took me out. There was concrete everywhere and lots of cars. I've been in situations like that before, so I wasn't worried. Until we turned onto a different street (mom says it was 6th street in New York). Then I got really scared. I started shaking, and I tried to run back to the car (better the crate than all that noise!). But, instead, we went to a building.

I was so relieved to be off the street. Until the lights started flashing and the ceiling started moving and some guy was laughing! It was awful! Finally, it stopped, and we went to a table. Mom let me crawl under there and hide until I felt better, while she and her friend-people ate. Then, we went on a walk. I thought I was all better until the lights flashed again. At that point, I just wanted to LEAVE. It took furever for mom to finish her walk (dragging me around), but, finally, I saw the door. I was so excited, I started pulling towards it. But mom made me wait. Finally, we stepped outside. Freedom!

Wait... we were back on 6th street! Oh, no! Let me back in, let me back in! I pulled hard towards the door, almost knocking over both my mom and a woman coming out. Mom dragged me away from the door. I shook and cried, but she just kept going. Until, finally, we got back to my crate. I've never been so happy to see it in all my life. The second the door was opened, I rushed in. Sweet safety. :)

With all the relief, I suddenly had to go potty. I couldn't help it, I went in my crate. It was awful, but I was still glad to be out of that place. Mommy took me out, changed the towels and my toys, wiped me off, and put me back in.

The next night, we stopped somewhere. Mommy put my crate next to her and went to sleep. Strange people started walking around in the dark, and I growled at them, just loud enough to wake mommy up. But she wasn't worried; I guess she knew them or something. She introduced me and went back to sleep. In the morning, she gave me a bath. Then, I got to play outside in a great big yard. It was lots of fun!

After that, back in the crate, for another furever. I still remembered 6th avenue, and even a few cars made me a little nervous, so I still got back in the crate every single time without prompting. Still, I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life in that crate, with only short breaks in between.

Then, they pulled me out of the crate somewhere familiar. I sniffed the air. I wasn't sure until I saw the door. Home! Daddy! Yay! I was so happy! Now life could go back to normal!

Only, it didn't go back to normal. Not really. I mean, it did for one day. And then my mommy got upset. She said her mom had a stroke. We went to visit her in the hospital. A lot. They were supposed to release her, but then they did surgery, instead.

After that, mom kept going back to the hospital, but she left me at home. She said I couldn't go because it was the ICU. But I was still sad, because she left me every single day/night for hours and hours and hours.

Mom says that her mom gets to go home today. I know what that's like. I hope things go back to normal for her. And maybe for me, too, now. I'd really like to go back to spending almost every day with my mommy, instead of by myself.