The Vet and other adventures

Well, well, well. So much for writting often! I've been busy. You know - things to sniff, balls to chase, sisters to torment, food to eat. I don't always have time for the computer. Mom sure does, though! I guess the biggest event to happen around here in a while is that we stopped eating kibble. Mom finally bit the bullet and decided to start feeding us raw food. She's been wanting to get us off kibble for a long time now. She tells me that she's wanted to feed me homemade food since I was a pup, but never knew quite how and was afraid she wouldn't be giving me all the right stuff. Boy am I glad she finally started! I feel so much better, and my teeth are really clean. I love getting to eat something different every day instead of the same old crunchy pellets day in and day out. I know they tried to switch it up taste-wise every once in a while by alternating between the lamb and chicken kinds, but I never really noticed that much of a difference. Now we get beef, bison, chicken, fish, and pork --- actual meat and bone, not meat flavored processed crap. Sometimes I can tell that Dad wishes he could throw our food on the BBQ and eat it himself! Mom laughs at him and tells him that there's quite a bit of bone and the meat wouldn't be that tender, but I can tell he wants it anyway. Mom tells me they will buy us rabbit when she gets the freezer she wants for her birthday. That sounds pretty cool.

We went to the vet a week and a half ago. I actually didn't mind. This lady was so cool! I have been to some exceptionally bad vets in my life, and this was such a refreshing change. Mom says we will be living here for a long time and we can go back to her every time we need to go to the vet. She only poked me with one needle, and I didn't even yelp. I'm a pretty tough girl, but I usually still let out a little yelp when I get shots. It's embarassing, but I can't help it! Supposedly the shot I got was to make me immune to rabies if I ever get bit by a rabid animal so that I can't pass it to anybody else. Mom says it's a bunch of hooey and isn't good for me, but the government says I have to have it anyway. I don't get it. Why would they do that? The upside is that I got a pretty new purple tag to wear. Mom says I'm gonna get a new silver tag from the city, too. I love it when I get to wear lots of tags! They jingle so nicely and I always know when I'm gonna go out 'cause I hear the noise of mom picking up my collar and can come running. I'd hate to miss a trip to the park or a walk to the store!

Well, it was a rough night, so I'm gonna take a nap. Mom and Dad's friend from Vancouver Island came over last night, and stayed up late talking with their other friend visiting from Montreal. We've had more visitors here in the last couple weeks than we've seen since we moved to Canada. Storm loves it, but it kinda puts me and Natty on edge. I knew Jason from before---when I was only 3 or so and we lived in Philly. I don't think mom thought I'd remember him that well, but I did! They were kinda loud, so I knew they were out there even though the bedroom door was closed. I had to stay up to make sure he didn't open the door and try to get too close to Mom or Dad while they were sleeping. That's one of my many duties, and I think I do a pretty good job. They don't ask me to protect them, but I do anyway. Natty splits it up with me now. It's nice to know she's up to the task of protecting Mom and Dad too. Storm always left that up to me before Natty came along.