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The Diary of a Terrorist

To Blog or not to Blog

Ma says I should start blogging. She says my life is so hilarious that I need to share it with the world. She also told me that doctors need to start prescribing me for depression. Apparently all is right in the world if you own an Italian Greyhound.

Ya see, I love to make people laugh. If anything, I seem to live for it. I even have my parents laughing when I am sleeping. I believe I have found my niche. I am a clown. Or as gramma calls me "the italian clown". It does not take me much to get a giggle. All I have to do is walk in a room with my flipped ears, and I get a laugh. If I thrown them to the side in a wind swept look, I can even get tears. I used to get offended, now I just smile and strut my stuff.

Anyways, I need to get some beauty sleep, so I'll see you all later. I hope to get my stems on here and update again soon.

Allergies Solved

When I came to mommy, I had large bumps on my legs and was taking prednisone to help with them. Mommy said NO to the prednisone and wanted to solve the problem on her own.

The vets had no idea what was wrong with me. Test after test came back and the solution was always prednisone. Mom said I was too young to be on this and she wanted me off.

Well after several diet changes and no prednisone, I finally look normal. I ended up losing some hair and breaking out in lots and lots of large bumps. Mom switched me to a raw diet and everything is back to normal. My hair is even starting to come back in.

I love the raw food too. Right now I am just eating chicken. The other day I had a chicken wing and a chicken heart. They tasted soooo good. Mom says I am going to try turkey, salmon and herring this week. I'm excited. I don't know what they are, but they sound yummy. My fur brothers and sisters are jealous of my food.

Mom must really love me to put up with this. All those vet visits and now the special food. I definatley found the right family :)

Now I just have to work on mom and dad calling me the terrorist. I don't know why they say that. Maybe I should stop stealing their socks and underwear before they even put them on :)