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Flippin' Out

Pancreatitis!

I was NOT feeling very well last week. When Mom offered me food I ate it of course, but somehow I didn't even notice that it was a meal time. Can you imagine? Also when we went for a walk I kinda hung back and walked behind Mom instead of being in front. Also when The Girl and her friend were making a lot of noise, and the moms were clapping at them, I just didn't feel like barking at them.

Mom thought maybe there was something wrong so she took me to the vet place. You know, I've been nervous about that place ever since the time I went there and all sorts of terrible things happened - I was throwing up and they made me swallow some icky black stuff and they poked me. Mom said I'd eaten rat poison but shouldn't poison taste bad? I did find some new treats in the garage, that's all. Anyways I'm still not sure about the vet, although this time I was feeling so blah that I didn't jump nervously from seat to seat or jump up on the counter to knock down all the business cards there (they're the vets' cards, not Mom's). Well it turns out they were very nice to me (though their butt-sniffing is a bit, um, intrusive) and gave me lots of treats.

Mom said I had a fever and high levels of amylase which she says is a chemical made by my pancreas (one of the organs that would probably be really yummy in say, a chicken). So now I'm getting two pills twice a day (in canned food, yum!) and you know what? I'm feeling much better. In fact, The Girl and her friend are making some noise in the other room so I'd better go see what it is (she was crushing goldfish crackers in there the other day!).

It's been a while...

So Mom went off for a week on a trip that she couldn't take me on (she said it was very hot, dusty, and noisy - so maybe it's just as well I didn't go). While she was gone the computer wasn't really left on, and I kinda got out of the habit of blogging (d'blogging?).

Anyways Dad is now off on a backpacking trip... the first one that I have not gone on. Mom says I'm a little too old to keep up on a backpacking trip now. I'm a little out of shape I think but I could have kept up... maybe... But I'm enjoying being here with Mom and The Girl.

Yesterday I took Mom to our dog training club, JavaDawgs. We did a RallyO course there and it was *really* hard... because someone left a big bowl HEAPED with CAT FOOD right next to one of the Rally signs! When I noticed that bowl of cat food, I forgot about everything else. I could dimly hear Mom calling me but my mind was just full of the smell of that amazing cat food! After a while I noticed that Mom was laughing - hard - between repetitions of my name. When I was finally able to tear myself away from the cat food, Mom made it up to me with several servings of my treats (which were pretty darn good that day anyways). We did a few more practices of "come" and then Mom had me wait a second while she went and took a handful of those cat food pieces, and then she gave them to me.

We did a few more rounds of the Rally course and of course that cat food was right there the whole time, but I was able to handle it better!

Dog days

It's been a while since Mom let me use the computer... Tonight Dad took me for a walk in the evening. I could tell he was not in the best mood and maybe that made me more nervous, but I was really worried about all those grates and drains that are often along our roads. I try to go WAY around them but sometimes I can't, and then I just want to stop or at least go really slowly so I can keep my eye on them. Dad didn't like this one bit. He got so annoyed that Mom had to go out with me to see what was going on. She said some of the grates I was seeing were really just plastic-coated ramps they've put in at the intersections, and when she squatted down by them I was able to come closer and see they weren't really that bad. But I keep forgetting that. I think everything I look at is getting just a little cloudier or fuzzier, I don't know why. But maybe that's why scary things that I had gotten used to have become a little scary again.

Mom says she'll help me get over them (again). We'll see!