well i am wishing and hoping and praying

gosh, i had a very not so great week. i threw up and was panting and all sorts of unsettled and mummy whisks me off to the vet man. well, i got something to calm my stummy and a doggie prilosec pill to take at nights. it did make me feel better. but two days later something on my leg was making me itch so i started licking and biting it. it was on my back leg. mummy saw me licking and came over and she freaked out on me. it was raised above my fur and shiny and red. mummy had daddy come and look at it and i heard them say go to the vet men. ugh, i was just there people....

so we go there and they look at my leg. and the vet lady says it needs to come off and they are gonna do it NOW. WHAT???? Are you kidding me. So mummy is all teary and kisses me and says "I love you so much little man"... WTF.

The vet lady uses a thingy called gas on me and the next thing i know i got a bandage on my leg and i am not feelin so hot. but mummy and dads come and i was so happy to see them and get the you know what outta there and go home. i was never so glad to see the big old lard butt...

but i was panting really really hard and was all unsettled and wonky. i finally got on the sofa and slept next to mummy but i was hurting and not feeling so hot. I did eat a little but mummy had to feed me by hand.

the next morning i felt better but i still panting alot. this was all done on thursday and today is saturday and i am still not my complicated self. i really dont want to eat, and i know i am mopey and the leg is making me want to bite the bandage.

mummy is worried, she gives me water off the water bottle and tells me she loves me. i go back to the vetman on monday to get my bandage changed and i know mummy is gonna ask how come i am panting so much. then, a week from monday i get the stitches out. but they had to send out that lump to see if it is maligant or benign. mummy is all worried and prays for benign, so i guess that is what i want it to be also. so dogster buddys, pray it is benign. okay. i even asked the big old lard butt to pray for benign..he said he would because he is my brother and he loves me...

stay tuned...

breakin in the new bed

So the pawrents got a new bed for me and the lard butt to sleep on at night. It is upstairs and on the holder that has the pillows and blankies on them. The pawrents sleep on it too. it is like big. but not real real big like the hotel kind of beds we sleep in. we have lots of room in them beds.

this one here is much higher up than the old one. mummy needs a stool to get into bed now. daddy says she's over the hill. i dont see no hill anywhere just a stool and a bed.

but that bed is way more softer and better than the other one. i like it. the lard butt probably cant tell the difference. he still sleeps on the pillows. them are the same.

so this aint the greatest post. but its all about comfort when you is 5 like me.

my little bro turns 5 today

check this out. i have to SHARE my PAWTY with the LARD BUTT. What up with that...

I am FIVE today!

I know I don't post alot anymore, what with being a big man now with big man responsibilities and such but I did want to post that today I am FIVE years old! I got big kisses last night from the mummy and dads before I went to sleep on the big bed about how it was my last night as a four year old. The sleeping was the same as ever, it was no different being four or five. I kept watch at the end of the bed and the big ole lard butt (my bro Skye) slept on dad's pillow. Wills is staying with us and he slept under the cover by mummy.

Well I woke up this morning to the lard butt wagging his big ole tail in my face. Dads was talking to him in the bed. So mummy says to me "Finny come" and I saunter to the top of the bed and lay right next to my mummy and I got the best petting and hugging in a while. I felt special. Plus mummy and dads sang Yappy Woofday to me and said the big man is FIVE now.

We got outta bed cuz all of us had to pee and poo (us canines, that is) and we ran out the back and did our biznet and came running back in. Mummy told me "finny's on fire" and did her jazz hands to me then played the special birthday fuzzy cake toy that played the birthday song when you squeezed it. I know what that means...

So Mummy says that I get a special today. that is an egg. i love eggs. but we dont have them anymore because the lard butt is lergic to them. but I GET A SPECIAL for my brekkie! WOOF HOO! And i have one pressie this morning a fuzzy blue snakey squeak toy. Mummy says since the lard butt's fifth birthday is on Saturday, we will be sharing our pawty on Friday, inbetween our real birthdays. BUMMER, there better be LOTS OF TOYS FOR ME. I was hoping for a backyard agility set and a big box come to the front door last week and rang that bell i like to bark at. sniffed but could not figure out what it is. mummy told me to stay away from the box, so i did.

Let me tell you, five is a good age for us cavaliers. I am still spry but more mature for the women in the ring. They look at me while I sit there and watch them and they say...Look at that handsome man...I gotta get me some of that...yep, that is what they say. I play hard to get but i do enjoy the women. it is better than being humped by the lard butt when he gets all wound up playing with me.

Welp, I need to run. I got me alot of YIPPING AND YAPPING to do today.

YAPPY WOOFDAY TO ME!

This is all I have to say...

OMD it is just WAY TOO HOT outside. Hurry up autumn.

Happy Easter Y'all

Well this has been a good week for the prince of alpharetta. big news. i mean BIG. for the last couple of weeks, mummy has been tormenting me by saying "will will is coming home. where is will will? Is he here"? Like a FOOL, i perk my ears up and look at her thinking "WILL??? WHERE????" And nada. nuthin. no will.

so, one day, i am just laying there being my royal self and i hear dad yell to mummy that michael is home. well, me and the lard butt get up real quick so we dont miss nuthin. And mummy gets up and the door opens and who RUNS INTO THE PALACE LIKE A JET PROPELLED HEAT SEEKING MISSILE....(i know about them, the government asks my advice on alot of stuff being a prince and all)....WILL!!!!!!!

yep, will is back! and so is his daddy, my hooman bro, michael. we is peas and carrots, me and will are. for sure. so glad. i mean i like playing with the lard butt but its was just me and wills when we was wee little lads. I feel sorry for the lard butt, though. he is just starting to feel better and wanting to play but now he is the third wheel (that is what daddy says). so mummy and dads give him lots more pets and lap time. but you know what, that is okay by me because ME AND THE WILL WILL ARE BACK IN TOWN!!! WOO HOO!

I am FOUR!

Woop Woop! I am now a big 4 years old! I guess you can say I am now a middle aged bachelor. I have a girlfuriend, Becky, and I gave her my diamante heart, but it is a long distance relationship. One I may say, I am very true to! I know how handsome I am and that the womens love me, but my heart belongs to the Beckster.

So, I got up on my bd morning and the pawrents totally embarrassed me by singing out of tune, Yappy Birthday. I was not even out of bed yet. The old lard butt just laid there wagging his tail.

The pawrents kept saying "you're four and skye is three". Geez, don't throw old age up in my face.

Then I got me a good brekkie and my ollie b. cookie. I thought it was going to be a relaxing bd, but then we got ready to go for a ride in the car. I was like "YEAH"! But then, we ended up at the lard butt's vet man specialist. that was okay (at first) as everyone fawned all over me after they took the lard butt back behind the door. I had on this stupid bandana that said birthday boy and i was not happy but i realized that everyone paid me attention because of it. OHHHH LOOKIT THE BIRTHDAY BOY. ISNT HE CUTE. yeah yeah yeah.

But then, I GOT SHOVED IN A BACK ROOM with mummy. And the lady that yanked out my teeth a couple weeks ago was there with rubber gloves. YIKES. I gave mummy the scared eye popping out of my head look but she paid no attention. Well, the lady looked at my mouth, shoved a stick up my butt and told mummy I looked fine and my temp was normal. Is this how I get treated on my birfday? I get VIOLATED then get a head pat and a aww...happy birthday finn from the lady?

We waited for the lard butt and then dr. jory, his vetman specialist come out like normal. Him and mummy talked alot and all i heard in my distress was that the lard butt's throat thingy was not any better and in fact it was worse. I dont know. He has alot of issues and i care and love him but i try not to over display my affection for the big ole lard butt.

then later we had dinner and after dinner, THE PUPCAKE CAME OUT! I had a candle, pupcake, new pumpkin treats, a new little squeaky toy and some junk callled CET that is for my mouth. That is NOT A PRESSIE PEOPLE. I got sung to again and the lard butt was so excited to get my pupcake but dads gave him a separate littler one. Now that is what a birthday is...cake and pressies. I guess it was a good day afterall even being a middle aged batchelor now.

February may be dental month but i aint likin it one bit, do- you hear me?

February is supposed to be a happy month for me. I, the prince of alpharetta, ceo of the finnicky skye (blankies extrodinnare), was born in February. So it is to be a month of celebration for all my peoples.

None of this stuff about "dental month". I hate to get my teeth brushed but mummy puts me through the torture. Not as often as I should I guess, but it is nuff for me. Plus I chew on my bullies. So, why did she go and take me to SKYE's vetman (of all people....SKYE's), lock me up in a cage, knock me out and take all my teeth out???? HUH. WHY??????

Well actually, it was only 3 bottom and one top tooth but that was bad enough. It was like ALL of them came out. Talk about being wonky when i got home. But I got me some good fud. Rice, chicken, chicken broth. yum.

Anyway back to them teeth...I knew one was loose on the top but who'd a thunk about them bottom three??? They was my baby teeth that never came out and then my big boy teeth could not come in and they got rotted. EWWWW. I wonder if that is why I felt a little poorly of late. I dont anymore. HMMMM. Maybe the mummy servant did do something good afterall. I just hope THAT was not my WOOFDAY PRESENT. I better get something good on the 21st.

But the bottom line to all youse furs out there. GIT THEM TEEF DONE CUZ YA NEVER KNOW. Just dont call me "toothless finn" or you will be sorry. BOL.

heads down and paws crossed....RIP our dear dear Poppy.

you and sweet amber are with angel em running and playing. we always will love you, our mischevious little girl.

love, finn and skye

Today I am Three!

Wow, can you believe it, I am THREE today! I am one lucky cavalier as I have the bestest mummy and dads and even a cool little brother, even though he is a big ole lard butt!

I got a special egg for brekkie and a special apple cinnamon pup cake. Plus i am being loved all morning so far. this pampering better last all day.

the only things i miss are daddy, he is working in New Jersey, but he called me this morning and my buddy Wills. Yeah, I miss him lots, wish he was here to celebrate. We could chase felines.

I think mummy has a special frosted cake for me after dinner. She got out my birthday bandana and music cake so there must be a picture tonight too!

Well, woohoo! I hope my third year is gonna be a PAWTASTIC one!