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Remembrance of Things PAWSt

That wasn't so bad

Pupsters, I just got to The Bridge, and I gotta tell ya, Heaven is, well, HEAVEN! My Izzy's Pongo and JR Angel, Puter, and little Sweet Tweak Louise all met me as I crossed.

I will write more later, but I have to go to Orientation, followed by the Welcome Banquet. I hear Chicken is on the menu, and for once at these sort of things, it won't be the rubber variety.

Thank you to all my friends who have kept me in their thoughts and prayers, especially my pal Sully.

And always and forever, my Izzy.

That'll perk ya right up!

I'm one of today's Dogster Diary picks! WOW - I thought I was pretty much under the radar. Very very KEWL. Thank you Dogster - I'm honored AND energized. It just goes to show you that life is always full of little surprises.

Sam's inner dialogue:

*Ew. Hope it wasn't a MERCY PICK!?!*

*Oh, who cares?!? Enjoy it, Sammy! Revel in it!*

*I know, I know - "stop snatching defeat out of the jaws of victory", yada, yada. You've mentioned that, once or thirty gazillion times.*

*That's RIGHT! I'm always right, you need to listen to me more. Then I wouldn't have to nag.*

*umm, er [mumble] [mutter] [mumble]*

*What was that? I didn't quite catch it.*

*[mumble] [mutter] I said, You're Right...[mumble]*

*What?*

*RIGHT! You're RIGHT!*

*That's better. Thank you. Have a nice day, Mister One-out-of-5 Diary of the Day Picks.*

*[mumble] [mulls]*

Hmmmm.

HEY! Betcha Izzy is gonna be impressed!

And Charlie is gonna be soooooooo pissed! BOL!

Yes, indeedy, Pupsters, life is worth living. Thanks, again, Dogster!

Holding my own, but I'd rather be holding a Frosty Paws

My beloved Izzy, dominatrix of my heart and eventually the world, barks and I obey. Uh-oh - apparently my diary non-posting has caused some worry/consternation with Her Izzyness. I was afraid of that.

So - to relieve your minds, I'm hanging in there, as they say (although where exactly there is, I've never quite understood). I still like to go on walks, and I'm still my strong buff self. I've heard the humans say I have a strong Life Force - that's some of that California new-agey speak the Mother comes up with-BOL. What that really means is, if I want to go in a particular direction while on those walks and the humans aren't cooperating, I plant my feet and pull. And voila, I get my way. Heh-heh, maybe Life Force means stubborn.

I still have an appetite, and I'm continuing to get treats AND what Mom thinks is lesser quality dog food, you know, the yummy stuff with bacon flavorings. Hey, if it's good enough for Mulder, it's good enough for me. However, it's sort of hard for me to bend my neck, eat and swallow so I'm getting fed by hand. By the Mother. I think hand feeding me makes the Mother feel better (when the Dad feeds me, I eat as usual. He doesn't do the hand feeding).

She's still doing the watching me bit, especially when I cough and do that gagging thing - which I admit, I'm doing more. And my breathing is loud and sometimes sounds like I'm snoring. A lot. LOUDLY.

I'm not sure how much longer I have. Sometimes I think I'll make the trip to the Bridge pretty soon. I know Pongo is there and Elvis, JR Angel and Putter, Bonnie Blue, and now that little Harvey Wallbanger are all there and they're all pals. But I think I need to stay a bit, for a little while anyway. Besides, I'm not ready to let Kirby or other suitors make moves on My Izzy. Maybe I AM stubborn. Let's hear it for Life Force: ARR-rooooooo!