Kyo took me to da park today, in my buggie. I drove, he pusht.
I'm walkin better den I was a couple weeks ago. Pretty straight, but not very fast. I gets acpuncture, herbs and stuff. Maybe I'm gettin' old and not very hungry, but I'm still Happy. I love getting hugs and walking in the grass. Sometimes, in my yard, I breaking into a run for no reason but joy.
Wail dats enuf of Kyle typing fur a while. Iz my blog.
Herez me, starring inna video of me taking my Dad fur a walk. Kyle will probly never make it bigz in da industry if he cant keeps his own shadows outta da film.
I don't know why Kyle don't sez nothin, 'cept I guess he's too busy wif da camera to remember his lines. Dat's Dad dubbing my lines, just cuz I only speak Pomeranian.
Don't give up yer day jobs Kyle, you hooplehead, iz my points.
We had a very scary event with our Happy dog today. We all thought we were about to lose her, but she seems to have rallied and gotten past the crisis.
Over the past few days, Happy had about 3 of what seemed to be dizzy spells, with a little disorientation. It passed in a few minutes. So we made an appointment and this morning Dad took her to the vet. They did blood work and a general checkup and sent her home. She seemed fine.
After the vet visit, Happy had another episode, much worse. She had trouble standing, walking, and walked in circles, and she was very weak.
We took her back to the vet. The doctor kept her for a couple of hours' observation and some fluids. She thinks Happy has had a series of small strokes or TIAs. She prescribed a very low dose of asprin in solution; about 1/30th of a baby asprin.
We'll get the lab results tomorrow. In the mean time, Happy seemed better this evening. She ate her dinner and some cookies, and ran a little in the yard, though we were trying to keep her quiet. And when I left, she got up and followed me to the door.
Broken heart don't feel so bad Ain't got half a what you thought you had Rock your baby to and fro Not too fast and not too slow
Here's a photo I took of Happy with my phone this afternoon.
And here's a little phone video. I can't tell you how nice it was to hear this little voice.
It was good weekend for a Happy dog. We wents fur walks, to parks, da beech, and we eated cookies. Dis wittle video was taken at Tasha's favorite place in Carpinteria, in the middle of a Happy sunny afternoon. Der was lots of peoples and dogs. It was pretty great, sept that Kyle woodnt lets me stick my nose in da weeds. He sed der was foxtails, but I didn't see no foxes, didn't even smell 'em.
Here's a new video of me. I'm standin in the shade of a tree in my yard, zoomin past Dad's workshop, back into da yard, and out by da birdbaf. Den I waited fur Kyle to chase me sum more.
Boy did I get into sum trubbles today. Kyle came over to takes me fur a walk, and help Dad wif some stuff. Den I mades my devious plan. One minute I was out in the back yard, looking for stuff to get stuck in my tail, the next minute I completely disappeared. I waited until Kyle went inna house to make his lunch, and poof, I was gones, baby.
Kyle looked fur me, and gots Dad to help, and dey gots Mama and everbuddy was lookin' fur me and yellin and whistling. Dey lookt under the bushes an inna closets and unner the beds. All the doors and gates was lockt. All dem peoples freakt out! It was funnier den poop.
Dey never did figger out where I was hidin. I just walked inna house an said Hi, cookies please. An you bedder bet yer sweet kazoo I got em! Ha ha ha.
Sorry I haven't written nuthin in a while. Ize working on an essay, a dialectic really, on the aesthetics of quantum napping. Meanwhiles, here's a widdle video.
I does a little dance when Mama carries my dinner over to set it down in my place. Usually, I twirl a lot. Dis time, I saw Kyo wif his phone camera and got a little distracted.
On July 8, 2009, we took off Happy's leash and collar so she could run free across The Rainbow Bridge. So she's waiting there with all of our loved ones, until we catch up too.
Please feel free to browse through her old posts. She had a special way of writing, ending many messages with, "Sniff Ya Later."