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.

Scary

The grass people come on Wednesdays. This last Wednesday, they left the outer gate open. Sophie opened the inner gate, and we went outside. We ran down the street. Sophie decided to go through another gate, so I followed her. We played for a while. Then, some other people showed up and grabbed us. They put me in a crate-thing by myself, so I went to sleep.

I woke up when they took me out. They flashed a picture thing at me, then put me in another cage. I wanted to go home soon, because I really needed to go potty. But no luck.

I waited and waited and waited. Nighttime came, and I was still there. I was very sad: I missed my family, and I didn't have anywhere to potty.

The next day, someone came by and let me out, and I thought that maybe we'd go home (I had to potty pretty bad), but we didn't. Instead, we walked around. After a short time, they put me back. The floor was wet, so I licked it and played in the water.

I waited some more.

Then another person came by and let me out. I was really anxious to get home at this point, but I was also sad. Then, I saw my daddy. I yanked very hard on the leash thing, until I got to him. Mommy was there, too. Yay!!!!

We went to mommy's skool. I wasn't too pleased about that, because I STILL really needed to go potty, but I was still happy to be with my human parents.

Finally, we went home. Sophie was there. I said hi. Then, I saw a treat-toy on the ground, and grabbed that. As soon as I got it, however, I realized why I had wanted to go home.

I went potty. Finally. :)

I've Started Training as a Service Dog

I've officially started my training as a service dog. So far, it's a lot of fun. I get to go cool places. The only complaint I have is that she won't let me play with anyone. Mostly, I just get to walk with my mom, then go to sleep when we reach our destination. And my mom praises me for doing that. It's awesome.

Strange But Good

The first meeting with my new sister didn't go very well. She hurt me, and I was too small to get away (my new mom has the scratches to prove it). It wasn't bad, but it was scary, because she didn't let go when I yelped.

My new mom and dad put me in a long room with many doors, and a gate at the end. My new sister was on the other side. They let us play through the gate. But my sister kept teasing me while I was in there.

They would let us play together without the gate, for short periods of time. But they'd put me back in the long room when she got rough.

At night time, Sophie got taken away, and I got put in a crate. But not like the little one I'm used to: it was really big, and it smelled a lot like Sophie.

It was nice to know I wouldn't get hurt, but it was frustrating because I really wanted to play. Don't get me wrong: I have, like, a bazillion toys. But I was starting to think the rest of my life was going to be spent going from one caged area to another.

Mom and dad (did I mention I have a human dad now?) talked about how they didn't think she meant to hurt me, and that she just didn't seem to respond to yelps and leaving the room like she's supposed to. Apparently, she hurts them sometimes, too.

Then, mom and dad changed their approach: whenever I yelped, they took her away, instead of putting me back in the long room. While she was gone, I got to play everywhere. It wasn't very long, but it was fun.

It didn't take very long until Sophie started being careful with me. Once I knew she wasn't trying to hurt me, I got more into playing.

At this point, she's gentled down, I've roughed up, and we've met in the middle. I even win some games. :)

I'm much happier now. I get to play all over outside and inside (except in the long room), and there's a bunch of toys. Sophie's fun to play with, and so are my human mom & dad. There's an older lady ("grandma") and she gives me toys a lot. Plus, lots of different people come over, and they play, too.

Oh, and I've learned to sit. Well, most of the time, anyway.

Coming Home Early

My current-mom had a change of heart. She doesn't think she can take care of me for an extra two weeks. So I'm going to my new home this week.

I'm excited, but scared.

I love my current-mom, and all my doggie and horsie friends. I'm going to miss them.

I want to meet my new sister, I do. But I don't know anything about her. How do I know she won't be mean? Or that my soon-mom won't be mean? I've heard stories about bad moms. Maybe she'll forget to feed me, or tie me up all day, or something like that. I don't know.

Here, at least, I know I'm safe and happy. There? Who knows?

They're Making Me Wait

I was supposed to go to my new home this week.

However, my sister-to-be has gotten sick. My current mom talked to my soon-mom, and they agreed to make me wait. That will give my sister-to-be time to recover fully from her illness. They are worried that her immune system is weak, and also that she might get some of my food (she has to be on a special diet right now).

They were going to wait one week, but then they decided to wait until I get my second shot. So I won't be moving until I'm 12 weeks old.

So, I get to stay with my current mom for 3 more weeks. I don't mind, though: I love my current mom! And she has a lot of space for me to run around on, and swim, and everything. Plus, lots of brothers and sisters to play with. :)

I will see you all soon!