MY Weekend (my version)

Oh joy oh joy!

WILL WAS OVER FOR THE WEEKEND! Yeah! We ran and played and had a most excellent time!

But you know, Skye does not know how to play. He just acts all scared. I think he is scared of Will. Will has a real deep bark and likes to circle and of course, I just follow along! I think we scared Skye. Mum yelled at me and Will.

And the BEST part! Me and Will got to sleep in the same bed! We were playing in the big bed and dad got mad. He grumbled about it being 2 am and not getting any sleep and told mum he was taking Will into the guest room with him. Well I was not having any of that! I wanted to go with Will! So dad took me into the room too! Then after he yelled and told us to "knock it off", we fell asleep. Poor Skye had to stay with mummy. Missed out on all the fun!

Then on Saturday, we continued our playing! Dad made us mum's special eggs and we devoured them! Mummy had to go somewhere in the morning but then she came back and she had a treat for all 3 of us - a chicken wrapped carrot! WOO HOO!

Oh and dad's put the nativity out (see I KNEW IT) and me and Will barked at them because we were not quite sure what it all was. I was especially concerned over the 3 guys with the camel that lights up. Don't particularly like them. I think they look dastardly. Will just barks at anything different. And Skye, well they did not bother him at all. He just looked at all of it and sniffed them. Mummy made a comment about not doing our business near the nativity, so we got pulled away from them. There is a little baby in the nativity too! Mummy says that is the baby Jesus and that is why we celebrate Christmas...to remember baby Jesus birthday.

Wow, he gets a whole holiday for his birthday! I wonder what the Prince of Alpharetta will get for his birthday in February? Will everyone get the day off and presents???

Liking having a little brother and WILL!

Well well well. It is getting closer to that Christmas holiday that everyone is so anxious about!

Dad still has not decorated the outside of the palace grounds. Mummy says we look like heathens. I dont know what that is but she obviously does not think we should look like them. She told Dads to at minimum put the nativity out. He just looked at her and said nothing.

Me, I am taking my pills for my infection near my non longer existing "little bits". It feels alot better now so I dont fuss with mummy on taking the pills.

Skye and I have been cavorting around the palace - running, sliding on the floors, running down the halls and up and down the stairs. Basically just having a roaring good time! I like having a buddy around all the time (well most of the time) to play with and just be with. I get to put the blame on Mr. Skye quite a bit! The privilege of being the oldest!

Mummy says Will is spending the weekend with us and will be over on Friday! I cannot wait for Will to come over. Just me and Will. Sometimes I feel bad for Skye that I prefer Will to play with but he needs to understand that we go back forever in time! Skye just needs to join in the fun! Maybe this weekend he will.

Maybe if the weather is nice (and that WET is not falling from the sky) we can all go to Waggy World! It has been too wet to go of late and I miss running off leash!

Oh, we did have a bit of an accident last night in the palace. You know when it's that wet out, we princes and dukes do not like to get our handsome fur wet. So, we don't do our business outside because we cant get to a proper area to sniff and scratch. Well, we waited until we got inside. Yep. And boy, dad was a tad bit annoyed. He does not understand the wet thingy.

I bet the nativity gets put out this weekend.

Me and Will together again

Oh boy! Will came over this weekend! It was not overnight but it still was the BESTEST! I just love Will to bits! He was so glad to see me too and also grandma and grandpa!

Well we just played and played and ran all about the palace! You know, I think we were having too much fun by ourselves that we did not play much with Skye. It's just that me and Will, well, me and Will we have grown up together! We are like brothers!

Will did not want to go home either. He just ran upstairs and did not want to leave! But I will see him again next weekend for sure!

Oh and I was licking alot too where you know what happened. Well, dads took me and Skye to that place this morning and we got our stitches out. Only I got an infection. So they are shoving more pills down my throat. La de da.

And tonight we went in the mini..gosh I just love riding in the mini...and we went to somewhere I never was before. It was called a mall and we all waited for a long long time with our horrid Christmastime sweaters on (I dont like to be constricted) but I was a really good prince! Of course, my adoring public came over and fawned all over me. I just LOVE that. We at the end, we sat on this guy name SANTA. He was an okay guy. Then we got a picture taken. It made mummy happy, so I am happy.

I do have to say that the highlight of my weekend was PLAYING WITH WILL!!!!

Boring midweek stuff

I suppose that I have been a worry to mummy the past few days. I have gone from very serious poo issues to not going at all. It has been since Tuesday night. Nothing yesterday or this morning.

Well, mum is worried but here's the thing. That wet is falling from the sky again. I don't like the wet. Especially when it is on the ground, in the leaves, in the grass..you know..basically everywhere. I just want to stay on the hard cement stuff and quickly come back into the palace.

Well, she literally drug me and Skye out twice. Once was at midnight. Granted I had to pee but the wind and the wet were too much. I quickly did that at least. Skye got drug outside and he did nothing but stand there under mum's umbrella waiting to go inside.

I think that once this wet falling from the sky stops, I can do something so she can go study it again. Seems she likes to do that.

I also think the gravy train is over on getting chicken and rice. This morning for breakfast we had a mix of chicken and rice with kibble. I think she is trying to trick us into just eating kibble again. I quite enjoy the chicken breast and rice. Mummy made some comment last night about how we are eating a better supper than she was. But she had a slice of pizza! I love pizza but got nothing. And Skye has no clue how to properly beg for food. He spoils every chance I have.

Hopefully dads will come home soon. Mummy is getting to be boring. She plays with us but not like daddy. He gets us to where we need water we are so exhausted!

Oh yeah, and we got a good feline cashing in last night! Got the one they call Sadie to run down the stairs! We leave Misa alone. She fights back and usually opens up a can of whoop arse on us! Healthy respect! Even for a prince and a duke!

On the mend

I think I am back in the saddle again! Woo Hoo! I started to feel real good yesterday and last night - back to the ole Finny!

I have not been licking my surgery area as much which makes mum happy. And me. That darn itch and soreness is slowly dissappearing! Skye and I are back to normal with the sibling rivalry. I want what I have and I want what he has. He wants everything. So we kind of face off, nose to nose, with the bully stick between us, and stare each other right in our eyes and growl ever so lowly....to see who flinches first!

I typically win because even if he takes the bully stick or starts rough housing, mummy breaks it up quickly. And since I am the PRINCE, and since I am OLDER by three days and since I am SMALLER (But smarter) than my brother, I get the first pick of the chewies. Well, most of the time I get the first pick.

And last night mummy was sooo excited about Skye's poo. What is so special about that? I made mounds of poo on Sunday and no one was excited about that. They were more upset.

I decided to hold my poo and did not poo until this morning. I purposefully waited until mummy did not take out that flashlight to study the poo. She muttered something about how evil I was and that she needs to see it to make sure I am okay.

Well, I think I am on the mends! That is the good news!! YIPPEE maybe I will get to go to Waggy World this weekend!!

Back to the dreaded doctors!

Yesterday, mummy thought Skye may have been ill and was watching him all day. She should have been watching me.

After dinner, which was a statisfying ground chicken and kibble, I felt a bit odd. You know both Skye and I have had runny poo. But we figured that to be from the horrid castration we were subject to this past Thursday.

Then around 9pm, which should have been bedtime, I was acting weird even for my standards. My stomach felt bad and I was running through the house looking for corners. All of a sudden - there it came. Diaherria. Bad. I could not stop.

Dads took me out and I tried and tried to go but after a while nothing came out. It was like that every 30 minutes. All night. I woke up and mummy was laying next to me and I went to the foot of the big soft bed. That is when she knew I had to go. She took me out every 30 minutes from 9pm to 4am. Poor mummy did not get any sleep. Neither did I. Then at 5am I had to go again. Dads took me this time. Mummy fell asleep. Then at 7am mummy awoke and so did I. She put me and Skye down from the big bed and went to put her jeans on. I could not help it and out it came. She put Skye in the kitchen and mummy and I went in the mini.

We went to that place again. I was seriously shaking. Mummy was holding me and then we went into a little room. The doctor who worked on Skye looked at me and took me away from mummy into the back. I was prodded and poked and listened to. Then they put some white stuff down my throat with 2 pills. And then some nice lady washed and dried my rear end, which was all stinky and grotty.

Back to mummy! What a relief to see her. The doctor told her that I have stress/operation related bad bacteria in my intestines that is overtaking the good bacteria. That white stuff was like an antacid. I am on 2 different pills and if I don't get better by tomorrow the doctor wants to know. He said if Skye has the diaherria that he can have the pills too. He told mummy I don't have congestion or a blockage and I should be alright. SHOULD BE??

I am pretty tired. I am on mummy's lap as I dictate this diary entry to her. About to fall asleep. I only had diaherria once since 8:30am. I hope the pills work because this is very very stressful.

Oh the HUMILITATION!

OMG.

I have been neutered. Both me and Skye. The deed was completed on this Thursday past. I was tricked and hoodwinked. My manhood is compromised.

I felt like I was run over. I was shaved. I had needles stuck into me. I was "put under" and don't remember anything except the pain when I woke up. I was caged. People checking on me. Feeling groggy. Then I turn and see Skye.

Do I look as bad as he does? OMG. I can't even bark to get his attention. There is my little brother (well, he's actually bigger than me but he is still my little brother) in a cage. He looks dead to the world all spread out.

Then the people come again and check on me and him. I see Skye's eyes open. Thank God! Where is my mummy and dads? How long have we been here?? We both get a needle. OUCH. But then I am not feeling any pain. Just tired and worn out. I wonder if Skye feels like this?

The incision hurts. I need to lick. People come again and then a plastic tube thingy is put on my head. I hate it. I cannot move with it on. Skye does not have one on his head. Why do I? We spend the night in the cages. Separate. Skye looks at me. I look at him. We both wimper and hear the other dogs. I want my big soft bed and mummy.

The next morning, dads is there at that place. He gets us and takes us home. HOME! I am so glad to be home. But I am exhausted from that shot. Skye and I sleep together in our bed. All day. Dad's right there.

Then mummy comes home! Both of us are still asleep and do not hear her. Skye smells her and wakes me up. MUMMY!! Tail wags and kisses but it is still hard to move. I want to lick so bad. Mummy made Skye and I special eggs. We were both famished and gobbled them up. I had to sleep in the big bed with the cone on. I did not sleep well but I think Skye did.

I felt a bit better on Saturday but mummy gave us both a pill and it kind of made me woozy. But I did not feel sore after that pill. We got to ride in the mini and mummy and dads took us to Top Dogs store where they bought me "girlie pants". Their CC friends told them about using these vs. the dreaded head cone. Well, as humilated as I was, I was glad not to have the cone on my head. I actually got some needed sleep last night.

Today, Sunday, I feel much better. No pain meds to make me woozy. Mum and dad's been taking us for walks around the palace neighborhood. No Waggy World for another week! I ate kibble today for the first time since the "operation". Plus egg and chicken stick scramble. But I still have to wear them girlie pants.

I don't know what this fixing will do to me or why it was done. Mummy says I will be healthier with being fixed. Not buying that story right now. All I know is my girlfuriend Becky better still love me.

OMD I'm Getting Fixed Today!

OMD!

I am at the vets....and today I am getting FIXED!! Skye is too!! I will post more after this horrid experience is all over! My show career is over before it started!!

Becky!!! Will you still love me!!

The Prince is On Leash

Well it appears that I am in the doghouse with mummy. I am now on leash whenever we go outside and let me tell you, that affects my ability to do my, shall we say, business.

Okay, so I bolted the other day. And it was 4am. And cold. And mum was in her pjs, slippers and a scarf. And I ran and ran and ran throughout the neighborhood. I needed to smell all the smells around the various palaces! Well 20 minutes later, after I made mummy chase me throughout 3 cul de sacs (and she could not yell because it was so early in the morn), I made my way back to the palace.

She was kind of mad. Or shall I say rather furious.

Oh, and my traitorious brother had to go yesterday and blab everything to everyone in his diary. Thank you very much.

So last night and this morning both of us are on leash. I did not go last night and I did not go this morning. Now I got mummy worried. Plus I am being an overall picky eater again. She thinks there maybe something wrong and told me that she will tell the vet on Thursday. What? I am going to the vet? Is that what she meant about getting fixed?? OH NO!

My Thanksgiving Holiday Weekend

WoW! What a Thanksgiving weekend I had!

Mummy cooked a really good smelling meal and Gran and Grandpa and my Uncle Bill and my brothers were over to eat. And WILL came over and so did grans new fur, Winston. Winston is a cav too. Sometimes I think Will thinks he is a cav too! Everyone was filling up their plates but us dogs got nothing but our kibble and chicken sticks and broth! But that is okay because later, we all got bully sticks to chew on and fight over! What a roaring grand time we all had! Even Skye had fun. But you know, he was the odd man out because me and Will arethisclose and are the bestest buds in all the world! Skye just could not keep up with our lightning speed and rassling capabilities.

Then later, real late, when everyone said they were going to the mall for midnight madness (why go to the mall, when we have it at the palace??) Dads fell ill. He was throwing up, cold and stomach pains. He accused mum of poisioning him but nobody else got sick so I think dads just got "a bug" - that is what humans call it. A bug. Bugs taste good and don't make you sick, so I don't know why they call it a bug. Strange. But anyway, me and Skye stayed with dads on the throne in the telly room and kept him warm whilst mum and my brothers went shopping. And they got me and Skye a brand new big pillow to lay on that fits the both of us. Will spent the night too but he stayed with my brother in his room and he did not get to lay with dads. But when he got up, we started all over again! A brand new day of fun!!

Dads was still a tad bit quesy, but they all went out in the afternoon and left us on our own in the kitchen. Skye made a mess. He doesn't know how to hold it. Boy, he sure doesn't know how and he doesn't know how to tell mum and dads either. So he just goes...in the living room, in the dining room, on the steps, in the bedchamber...not good. Mum is trying but Skye just cowers. He obviously is not a quick learner like ME. That is why I am the Prince and he is just a frickin Duke.

Will and my brothers left Friday night and then it was just all of us again. Kind of back to routine, but mummy had to clean up after my brothers mess in the bath and she did not mind one bit. She always minds when dads or I leave a mess! Then, on Saturday, Skye and I get penned up in the kitchen FOR THE WHOLE DAY! What??? Why?? I guess it could be worse, it could be the royal x-pen but Gran took that for Winston. So I am glad I no longer have the royal x-pen but I don't like being held prisoner in my own kitchen! The only bright spot of the day was the Cavalier Thanksgiving we had! It was absolutely fabulous! And I got to officially give a kiss to my sweet Becky! She is now MY GIRL and PRINCESS!! I am so happy about that!

Yesterday, Skye and I watched mum and dads put up the Christmas tree. You know that they put up a TREE in the house?? And then they put like glass things and little white fairy lights on it. Then they tell you to STAY AWAY? Ok, you put a TREE in the PALACE and want me to STAY AWAY?? How moronic is that? I am so tempted to lift the ole leg and let them know what I think about that, but I don't want to end up like Skye and be in the dog house!

This morning, dads took the bag with the wheels on it again. Guess he is gone again but he will come back. Oh and it is really really COLD outside! Too cold for me. And the wet has been falling from the sky for the past two days so it is really wet on the ground and makes the situation even worse.

I think this is the week that I am supposed to get fixed. Like I said, I ain't broken but I think it's Thursday that I being taken to get fixed. Taken where? Who knows.