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Memoirs of a Former Tennis Ball Addict

That Was Some Good Stuff, Man…

So yesterday, I had to go get a tooth pulled. I don’t know why Mom makes me get my teeth worked on when she avoids the dentist for herself like the plague, but whatever. She said my tooth was really, really bad, and that it could be infected, so out it comes. I was not happy when she dropped me off yesterday morning at the vet’s office – those guys are nice, but why did she leave me?

But it all turned out okay – they shot me up with something called Morphine, and wow, talk about a trip! I don’t think I came down from that until late last night…crazy stuff. I guess they had to cut one tooth into three parts, but it just fell out, and they pulled the one beside it for good measure. They were going to just toss those nasty teeth, but Mom saved them – for props for Halloween! Can you believe that? Humans are so weird…

The tech said I have weird teeth. I guess I’m supposed to have 6 teeth in front on the bottom, but I only have 4 (perfectly spaced, so they must have grown in that way). And I have a tooth that’s supposed to have two roots, but only has one. Huh. He said the ones he took out were really, really infected though, and said I would feel a lot better. That kinda scared Mom, since I wasn’t acting like I felt bad before. Just think of what I’ll get into while she’s at work now…

So now I have stitches in the back of my mouth, and painkillers and antibiotics twice a day. At least my food is already soft, but I can’t have ice cubes to chew on for a couple of days! That is so not cool - I need my ice fix!

Bah humbug…

No Fair!

Lucy’s gaining weight, and I’m on a diet! How is that fair? It all seems so wrong. Mom says I’ll be healthier though if I lose a few pounds, and since she controls the food, I don’t get a choice. Ugh.

The food is great though – that new food processor thingy is working out swell! Yummy ground meats, veggies, and some extras too…better than the home-cooked diet Mom started me on when she first adopted me! Lucy gets twice as much as me though, which isn’t fair either. Mom says she thinks I’m losing weight, so I guess that’s good. I guess.

She mentioned that when the weather gets warmer, we might try the walking thing again. I love going for walks, but Mom stopped taking us because of all the dogs that walk off lead around here. I love a good fight, and she was afraid I’d hurt someone, and get my neck hurt in the process since I don’t really like other dogs. She can’t understand why people can’t keep their dogs on a leash in town – seems like the polite thing to do, so they don’t run up to dogs like me and give mom a heart attack. It doesn’t help that there’s an unofficial dog park a block away that everyone is taking their dogs to, walking right in front of our house. Great for owners of dogs who are friendly, not so good for grumpy dogs like me.

I don’t understand why she doesn’t just let me “take care” of all those off-lead dogs. Then we wouldn’t have a problem. But she says we have to be polite even if they aren’t. And she doesn’t want me to hurt my neck. Bah humbug – she worries too much.

In any case, even if we could just walk a few blocks, that would be fun. Maybe she’ll figure something out this spring.

Happy New Year!

Woohoo! The weather is finally warm enough to go outside for longer than a few seconds, and Lucy and I have been taking full advantage of that. Sometimes we stay out so long that Mom has to come out and find us to make sure we’re not doing anything bad. I don’t know why she thinks we’d be doing anything bad…

Me ‘n Luce had to stay home New Year’s Eve while Mom and Dad went out. They were gone a looooong time – past time for our dinner, so we were really hungry by the time they got back. It was a bit weird eating dinner at 12:30am – more of an early breakfast really, but it was sure nice sleeping in the next day! Then they left us again, and we had to really give ‘em the sniff-down when they got back, because they clearly had cheated on us while they were out. What-EVER. We got food when they got back, so all was forgiven.

Mom’s headed out tonight to buy something called a “food processor”. I’m not sure what that is, but it has food in the name, so I’m good with that. The food quality has sure improved around here since Lucy got sick – no more of that boring kibble stuff, just real meat ‘n veggies all the way for us. Thanks, Sis!

I have to go to the doctor sometime soon, Mom says. She’s worried about all the lumps and bumps I’ve got. They’re probably just fatty tumors from getting old, but I guess she needs the vet to tell her that before she’ll believe it.

All for now – almost time for dinner!