Monday, May 29, 2006

Lots o' People!

Whew... what a distracting last few days it's been. First, Doc showed up -- All Dogs Love Doc, so that was nice. Then, people showed up with little bitty thumb-havers, which always make me nervous. This time there were more of them than there were of me and The Boy. For some reason, one of them was particularly enthralled with me. I wanted no part of it, but I put-up-with as best I could, because, after all, "Good girl puts up with." Or so they say. And why would they lie?

Also, the biggest of the little thumb-havers fed me, although I think they didn't want her to. Because there was some yelling no and some trying to pry my jaws apart before I swallowed the big long piece of meaty goodness that she gave me. (Their attempt was unsuccessful. I can swallow big things really fast if I need to.) The rest of the day The Alpha and The Typist kept looking at me like they expected me to puke on the carpet. But I didn't.

Whew, I'm sure tired after all those visitors, though. Glad it's quiet around here now.

Thursday, May 25, 2006

My new blog friend!

Givin' a howl-out to Molly, who lives with Rev Songbird and some other thumb-havers! Glad you're starting to feel better. I've totally been there. Oh, and even though I haven't been officially blessed (yet!), I do wear a St. Francis medal on my collar. He and I are tight.

In other news, The Boy and I got to go camping last weekend. The Typist was way too tuckered out to post anything about it. Because, well, first, The Boy was very out of his element. It took extra energy to convince him we weren't going to leave him alone in the woods. (After all, he did time in the woods, with ticks all over him, before he landed here.) And second, there were all kinds of new things to see and sniff! There was this funny-looking thing called an armadillo that made a whole lot of noise in the brush, and they wouldn't let us chase it (party poopers). After that, we all went to bed in the tent, but it was really hot for a while, so it took some time to get to sleep. And then when we all quit panting and started the nap, the armadillo came around and got The Boy and me all up on High Alert again.

I'm not sure what I'd do with an armadillo, but I would definitely like to have a closer look at one some time.

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Whirlwind of a week

There was another road trip for me and The Boy last weekend. We all went to Grandma and Pop's again. At one point The Alpha and The Typist were gone for several hours, and The Boy went on some sort of strike... he refused to go out and pee for Grandma. I think he still has abandonment issues. Anyway, we did have a pretty good time.

Then yesterday it happened again: another ride with needles at the other end. At least the vet seemed satisfied with checking my teeth when I showed them to him all on my own. He also complimented my shiny, shiny coat, and my svelte figure.

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

I've got Clean all over me.

Yeah, last night turned out to be Family Bath Night. First me, then The Boy had to hop in the shower and put up with all that sudsy stuff. Afterward, of course, the thumb-havers had to shower too, because of all the energy they spent on us. Then again, they take showers every dang day. I have no idea why. It takes me at least a week to get back to smelling right again after one of those.

The good news is, we're soft and shiny. That is a nice side effect.

Monday, May 08, 2006

Can I call 'em, or what?

Yep, a ride with a needle at the other end! Oh, well, I got another ride after that, and now I'm back home and stuff. Not much else different going on. The Boy and I got some after-dinner Cheerios, which was nice. Fun to snatch out of midair, like a little crunchy bird, only not so messy.


I sense an impending trip to the vet. The Alpha mentioned "ride" before he left for work, but the last couple of times, "ride" has meant "let's go have somebody stick a needle in you."