check up day

Wail, today was the day I had to go to the vet fur my checkup. I've been to da vets a lot lately, I tell you what. It's only been 3 days since my bath, and 4 days since the hospital, and my last checkup on Monday.

Dad and Kyle took me downtown this afternoon when it was nice and warm. I got really excited when we got there, and I coughed a lot. There were dogs and people and even cats! But I was OK. We went to wait in a little room, and we had to wait a long time, because the vet was pretty busy taking care of dogs and cats.

The vet said my heart is working good, and my pulse is good, and my lungs are clear. Which is all good news. I don't have to take quite so much of the medicine that makes me drink lots of water and pee a lot too. And I don't hafta go back to the vets for 3 or 4 weeks, unless I get sick or I need a bath. I probly will need a bath, 'cause I likes to go out in the grass in the sun and roll around, getting dirty. I know you do too.

Smell ya later.

hard rode

Wail folks, I feel like I been rode hard and put up wet. That's a horse thing and I'm not a horse I'm a dog, but I know what it's like.

I got really sick night befur last. I couldn't breathe good and I was so weak, like a baby bird except not hungry either. Kyle had to take me to the hospital -- in the middle of the night, when I'm supposed to be sleepin'!

They took blood outta me - Ow! - and took pictures of my insides, and den. Yer not gonna believe this poop. They put me inna cage. Like when I get a bath, but this cage was a plastic box with air comin in. They left me in there all night, and Kyle came and brought me a toy. And he petted me through a hole in da box, and I tried to get out through it, but only my head would go. And Kyle left my toy and went away and came back -- a long time later -- and brought me home.

So I'm home now and I feel better. I can breathe pretty good. I had some breakfast. Kyle says we gotta go see the vet pretty soon. If he leaves me there again, I'm gonna bite him good.

Smell ya later.

what a trick

Kyle played a trick on me tonight, you guys. See, I haven't been eatin' my dinner really good lately, 'cause I knows there's better stuff - people stuff - in the frigerator. So I get all picky, like a cat does, and people give me some of their stuff. Then I don't need all of mine.

One of my faverit things is baloney. Another is cottage cheese. If I don't eat my food, sometimes they put a little CC or little pieces of loney on the top. I eat it off, and a little of my food, and I'm done.

The trick Kyle pulled on me was to put the baloney on the bottom. He put it on the bottom under my food, an' I had to eat all my food to get to it! What kinda trick is that!? Inyway, my tummy is full and I'm ready to take a good nap, after I get my medsin, in little pieces of cheese. I love cheese!

Smell ya later.

makin it squeek

Kyo came over early dis morning and took me fur a walk. It was just a weely little walk, which wasn't enuf fur me, but whats a dog ta do. I still gots to smell a lot of stuff. He came over again later in da day, and took movies of me playin wif my tugger. I love my tugger. It belonged to Tasha, and I'm pretty good at pawlayin wif it and makin it squeek.

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Here's a movie of me playin wif it, wif Dad.

Here's one of me, playin wif it, making it squeek.

They're pretty short movies, but ya still might want to make popcorn and share it wif sumbuddy you love.

Smell ya later!

Happy.

the truth

is that us dogs don't live long enough. If we lived as long as you humans, maybe we could skip playin' and walkies some days. Maybe we could learn what a grudge is and how to hold one for a while. We could go fur days and longer than that, wifout tellin' somebody, "I love you."

Time is very short, if you only live 10 years, or fifteen. If you start feelin' old, just when you get good at run running though the grass, and just when you figure out what the world smells like.

No time to waste. Love is for today. Tomorrow, well we don't have the promise of that. That's what my first Person used to say.

My friend Missi went to da Bridge today. She was a good girl, like me. She loved and was loved, like me, every day.

She had a very wonderful mommy and daddy, furry brothers and sisters, and a real dog's life. If I couldn't have the pack I life with, I'd wish for her pack, with all my little heart.





And that's the truth.