At the Vet Again

At the vet again this weekend. A nasty ear infection. Mom came home from work and dropped her bags when she saw blood on the white spot on my neck. I was fine that morning and during the day it just made a sneak attack on my ear. Now I get my ear cleaned out once a day and meds in it twice a day. When I see Mom have the ear cleaning bottle I run. But Mom is so tricky she always catches me. But Mom is very gentle and after the ordeal she holds me and tells me how brave I am and massages my ear until it feels way better.

That little butthead Quigley gets jealous and trys to horn in so I just show him my teeth. He is a doorknob.

We're resting up today. Mom was home all weekend. It was heaven.

Priscilla

Yay I'm Diary Pick

I don't believe it. Dogster picked me for diary pick of the day. Just go into the community page and there I am. This is so fun. Now the Quigley won't be so smug because my gorgeous face is out there all day for everyone to see.

I do have to give the little guy credit though because if he wasn't around I wouldn't have as much to say in my diary. The little doorknob is always doing something dopey worth writing about to amuse my friends.

But I do have to confess, he is my little brother and I love him dearly. He just found out about my honor and came and gave me a congratulatory kiss. I guess I'll keep him.

It's starting off to be a marvelous day.

Priscilla

Saturday Adventure

Mom put on my harness yesterday and I was over the moon. I was off on an adventure and the best part of it was that Quigley wasn't going with. He was so sad. I was loving it. I was wondering where in the heck we were going. Was it on a long leisurely stroll through the woods on a nature hike, a nice walk along the river, or something unknown. Then Mom turned left along a familiar road and my dreams were crashed. We were going to the vet for a check up. Drat. As much as I love seeing my friends at the vet I knew the inevitable would happen. Someone would smile at me and then I'd feel that cold thermometer up my backside. Oh my friends, the indginity of it, but they are so gentle there they make it bearable. The vet techs love me and they always give me lots of love and kisses. Then off to the back for a nail trim and a butt squeeze - big fun. All that before I could see the doctor who said I was doing fine and changed my medicine. They're trying to wean me off of the prednizone. Mommy can't wait because I get so hungry when I take it. I drive her crazy.

Then the good part. Mom took me for a walk afterward and I took in all the fall colors (can I see colors?) and smells. It was heavenly. We found a nickel which Mom says is good luck. Quigley took it all in smelling me all over when I got home. Of course I didn't tell him the bad parts. He would have laughed.

Mom is home with us all day today. It will be a good day.

Priscilla

My Brother is Dog of the Day

I can't believe it. The little guy "Quigley" is Dog of the Day today. He is over the moon. I sure hope he doesn't get the "Big Head". I suppose I'll have to be nice to him today. Mom is so proud. We love when Dogster gives these honors because then we are always meeting new people. Love it.

Priscilla

Peace and Quiet for 30 Minutes

My dopey little brother got himself locked in the front stairway last night for 30 minutes. It was like heaven on earth. No one to bug me for 30 whole minutes. I knew what the litte doorknob had done but do you think I was going to tell Mom. No way, I deserved some time alone. Of course eventually Mom realized it was too quiet and came to see what he was up to. She couldn't find him anywhere and she asked me where he was. Luckily I can't speak human and I just smiled at her. She got so desperate that she got out the treat bag and rattled it thinking he'd pop out. No Quigley. The good part is that Mom knew she had to give me a treat because the bag was out. Mom finally figured he must have snuck upstairs when Grandma went upstairs last night. He must have been so scared in the dark because he never barked to let Mom know where he was. She opened the stairway and there he was. He got a treat because Mom was so relieved and of course yours truly was on hand to get another treat. It was a great night.

Priscilla

My Tummy Loves Grandma

Grandma is my new best friend. Mom had to work really late on Monday so Grandma came down and fed us supper. And then a little bit later she fed us again. It was awesome. Grandma has some memory issues so she forgot and fed us twice. That upstart Quigley almost squelched the deal. He was going to tell her we already ate. I ask you, is he a real dog or what? What dog would knowingly give up a second meal. I had to threaten him with my big tush on his head. That brought him to his senses real quick.

I hope Mom works late again.

Priscilla

I hate the Fourth Of July

It was a bad night. Too many fireworks. These things never used to bother me but Mom found me shaking again last night. Mom's are so comforting. Mom trys to sing really loud when the fireworks are going off. I'm not sure which is worse, the fireworks or her singing. Just kidding Mom. Hopefully today will be the end of such nonsense. Why can't we have the pretty lights without all the booms.

Sad days - our cat brother Chewtoy lost the fight with cancer and Mommy booked him passage to the bridge. Mommy says he's been reunited with Maleka, Callie and Raffles sos that is comforting knowing he's in good paws.

It's nice to have the run of the house with no gates up, but we'd rather have Chewie back.

Mom and I are going to the vet this morning for a checkup. I'm off all medicine except for the prednizone every other day. I had 6 B12 shots. My poops are staying segmented and not runny so Mom says I'm doing good but she would like me to get off the drugs. I'm still on my duck diet - yummy stuff. Quigley told me my nose had turned into a beak - but Mom says he's quackers and just trying to tease me.

Mom has had a four day weekend and this week she only has to work 3 days because of the holiday. We are in heaven having Mom home so much. Days have really been warm lately but Mom keeps it pretty cool for us.

So my friends, have a wonderful day and give your Mom's a big slurpy kiss today.

Priscilla

Mom is the Best

I've been having a tough time since February. First I had Giardia and then was diagnosed with Irritable Bowel Disease. Lots of diahrea. Tried a lot of special foods and finally found something that agrees with me. It's made of duck. Quigley says if I start Quacking he's going to throw me in a pond.

Things get better when I'm on anti-biotics and prednizone but Mom hates for me to be on drugs. Now it seems I have a low count of B12 so I'm getting weekly shots.

The staff at Banfield have been wonderful to me. Mom took me there to stay during the day most of the week to keep an eye on me while she was at work. I love people and they are so nice to me. Everyone knows me now.

When Mom picks me up we go for a walk aftrward. It's been nice.

When I'm at the vet, Quig has to stay home alone. I bet that monkey face slleps most of the day. He's kind of a scaredy cat with out me. Say meow Quigley.

Keep your paws crossed that my new treatment plan will have me back to new in no time.

I'm so glad that Mom is with me every step of the way. Happy Mom's day and thank you for taking such good care of me.

Cylla

Uh Oh Mom is showing her age

It was a restless night. It was past midnight and Quigly and I were already sleeping when we heard a loud noise. Mom was watching TV in the kitchen on a stool and she must have fell asleep and fell off her stool. Yes it sounds funny and it's just the kind of crazy thing that would happen to Mom. But, she wasn't laughing because for some uncanny reason she fell on her ribs. Mom says she remembers falling then immediate pain. Owie, owie, owie. So she's determined that she didn't think she had broken anything but she was in a lot of pain. So we attempted to go to bed. Well then I woke her up by getting sick on the bed - twice. Mom was moving pretty slow but she got us all cleaned up.

Mom called the health line this morning and they told her to ice it and maybe wrap it - and don't cough or laugh. Well that means she can't be around Quigley today because my brother is a real character.

Mom is freaking out about the snow that is supposed to come in today - they're saying 12". She's dreading shoveling with her rib problem.

I got sick again this morning and Mom is still worried. I'm going back in tomorrow for a recheck.

So I'm keeping Mom busy again with blanket washing. Now Mom is wondering if I'm doing this on purpose just so I can have warm blankies out of the dryer.

So Quigley is the only one in perfect health today and he's going to be busy waiting on us hand and foot. That is icing on the cake. I love it.

Stay warm my friends.

Priscilla

It Hasn't Been A Good Week

Mom's been worried about me. I started getting the trots last weekend really bad - just like turning on a water faucet. And Mom could tell I was not feeling well. Mom dropped me at the vet Monday morning before she went to work. I stayed all day and had tests. I have something called Giardia, not sure if I spelled that right. It's an intestinal parasite. Ick, ick, ick. What is a sweet girl like me doing hasve something nasty like that. They gave me meds and sent some home for Quigley too because it is catchy. I wasn't doing too well, Mom and the doctor were worried. Mom dropped me off at the vets for the day on Tuesday and Wednesday as well. My poor little butt is so sore and my upper lip on my face is a weird kind of chapped red. I think I finally turned the corner Wednesday night, and I was able to stay home all day. Mom and the doctor were very happy. I'm still getting hiccups in my lower region and sometimes my legs are a little shaky, and I get the chills, but Mom's home for the weekend so I'm okay. The little monster (Quigley) is giving me a wide berth. Mom must have had a long talk with him. Because I was leaky a lot, Mom has been washing blankets all week. Quigley and I love it when the blankies are first out of the dryer, all warm and cosy.

I'm going back in Monday night for a recheck. The doctor said Mom could get it too. I hope not. Who would take care of us then.

Uh oh, gotta go I think Mom needs to give me a back rub.

Priscilla