At my house we have a lot of coyotes and hawks that like to prey on small dogs like myself. After months and months of worrying, my Mom had the bright idea to build me a 3 1/2 feet by 3 1/2 feet box that has soil and sod in it to put in the garage so that I can use the bathroom without having to go outside and get attacked by coyotes. My mom has to replace the sod every 2 months or so, but it is very inexpensive and very nice to not have to get my feet wet or go outside in the cold or hot weather. Pretty genius idea, I think.
Well, I have been using this box for several months now and everything has been good until the other day. I went out to use the bathroom like normal and lo and behold there was a hopping thing in MY box!! I decided to check this thing out up close and it hopped away from me and made me about jump out of my skin! My mom says that it is a thing called a "grasshopper" and that I shouldn't try to eat it. It sure does look tasty though. This grasshopper thing has been hanging out in my box for the past couple of days. My mom thought that he would move on, but he is still here!
My Mawmaw took me to my box last night and then came into the house to let everyone know that she had named the grasshopper Diego. How odd. My mom thought that she should name him Jimminy or something, not Diego, but the name has stuck. I wanted to share with all my "blugger" friends my new neighbor, Mr. Diego the Grasshopper.
Well on Thursday my mom had the bright idea that I needed a new dog bed (why I don't know...I already have two..she's beyond weird). She went to eat lunch with my Mawmaw (and didn't take me..how rude!) and then she went to Petsmart. She got a huge bed that was obviously made for bigger dogs. I mean I could fit two or maybe three of myself on this thing..It was that BIG!! I took to the new bed right away. It was so soft and cuddly and nice. She also got me a shirt that says "I chase tail" (because it seems I am always trying to catch that pesky thing. One day I will be victorious..hahaha). Here are some pictures of me on the new bed and my new shirt.
On Friday I went with my mom to pick up her paycheck at work. She tried out this contraption called a "Car Seat" because apparently I am a maniac in the car and she is concerned that I will cause a wreck or something (yeah..right!) Well needless to say she stuck me in that horrible thing and because I can be quite persistent, we didn't even make it out of the driveway before I was free of that horrible thing and being my usual maniac self.
We went to get her paycheck and then she brought me home because I was exhausted. I lounged around for the rest of the day. That night my mom noticed that I kept arching my back like a cat. (Side story: I have a very bad back..I have spasms quite frequently. It is something that we have to keep an eye on and learn to deal with). Later that night my mom went to pick me up to give me a kiss goodnight and I screamed..She was concerned, but she noticed that I seemed to be fine.
The next morning, Mawmaw woke me up to take me outside and once again I screamed.. At this point my mom and Mawmaw knew something was up. I kept stretching and arching my back like a cat several times. My Mawmaw thought that the new bed was making my back hurt because maybe it wasn't being as supportive of my back as it needs to be. So my mom took the bed back and the car seat contraption back to Petsmart for a refund. I was sad because I really liked the bed, but it's not worth it if it's going to keep hurting me my Mom said.
After my Mom got rid of the bed, my back seems to be doing better. She thinks that I am still a little sore, which is to be expected and has tried her best to limit my jumping up and down and playing with things to help my back. I think I am starting to feel a little better because I am acting like my normal self.
Update on Duncle Zeke: My crazy mother forgot to add in the last post that Duncle Zeke is an 8-year-old pureblooded Boxer. (DUH..mom) Anyways, Duncle Zeke is doing very well. His incision sites aren't red or raised up anymore and he seems to be acting like his normal self. I have been terrorizing him (I am very good at that). Everything seems to be back to normal.
My Dog Uncle (Duncle) had to have surgery yesterday for some lumps that were found on his side and leg. He had to have surgery over a year ago for the same thing. The vet wants to get them out because he seems to think that they might be cancerous tumors like they were a year ago.
Duncle Zeke went to the vet yesterday morning and they did the surgery and he came home last night. He is a little groggy, but that is to be expected after something like that. He has to take some pain medicine and go back in a week to get his staples removed. Hopefully he will be back to his normal self in a few days and I can get back to aggravating him like I always do!
So those dreaded shoes that my mom ordered finally came in on Thursday and my mom went to pick them up and brought them home for me to try on. Needless to say that didn't work out too well. They kept slipping off even though they were the right size and because they were the smallest size she can't order them again. (haha..) My mom decided that instead of wasting the money on the shoes that I will never wear to trade the shoes in for some clothes (rolls eyes)..
I got three shirts. One that says Mama's Boy, another one that says "I'm kind of a big deal around here" (that is the truth..) and another one that says "It wasn't me!".
I also got some blue pajamas for the winter when it gets colder. My mom says that I can't wear them yet, because it has been too hot outside. Maybe she will put them away and will forget about them when it comes time to wear them, however I don't think that will be likely.
Here are some pictures of my new wardrobe:
I would have modeled the other clothes for you my furfriends, but I wasn't being too cooperative (so Mom says..I disagree of course..)
So in order to celebrate my new wardrobe I have decided to have a contest to see who has the cutest clothes. I invite all my furfriends to comment on this post with a link to a picture of them wearing a cute outfit. The winner will be announced on Saturday, June 26, 2010 and the winner will receive a cute award to post on their blog. Good luck my furfriends..
Let's just say that this week was not a good one for me. I got very sick with some kind of stomach virus bug and spent two days at the vet. Traumatizing experiences..let me tell you. It all began on Wednesday when my Aunt Lauren got home from school she discovered that I had diarrhea all over the house and the carpet. My Aunt Lauren called my mom at work and told her to come home because she felt that I might need to go to the vet and get some help. My mommy rushed home from work and came home and off we went to the vet. I didn't even care that I was going to that dreadful place. I felt absolutely miserable.
When I got to the vet he examined me and said that there was a virus going around and that apparently there have been some other dogs that have gotten it recently. He gave me some antibiotics and some fluids that caused me to have a hump like some camel or something. I looked ridiculous, but I really didn't care because I felt so bad. My mom took me home and I spent the rest of the evening and the whole night getting up every 45 minutes to use the bathroom. It was horrible. Neither my mom, mawmaw or I got any sleep that night.
The next day my mom was off work and the vet wanted her to bring me back in to check on everything and see if they needed to administer any more fluids. She took me back to the vet and left me there (GASP..how rude.. she had an interview and didn't want me to stay at home all alone..). I paced the kennel all day and wouldn't drink any water or lay down. I was extra stressed so the vet deemed it necessary for me to have a camel hump again. I cared about how I looked today as there was a hot little chihuahua in the kennel across from me. Finally after what seemed like a lifetime, my mom came and picked me up and took me home. I was feeling a little better at this point and was acting a lot more like myself.
Now I am back to terrorizing and getting into trouble, so needless to say, I am much better. I did love all the attention and care that I got from my mommy, mawmaw, and Aunt Lauren when I was very sick, but I don't want to even think about going through that again..
Mom got a new camera and has been driving me insane. Blinding flash has been going off every two seconds and I've been somewhat cranky because she is cutting into my naptime. She wanted to share all the pictures with my "blugger" friends, so I obliged, and now I hope that she will now leave me to sleep in peace. Enjoy!!
Today is my Gotcha Day! It has been four years today that my mommy chose me at the flea market (and no I did not come with any fleas) and took me home with her. I was in a playpen with my brother and sister and my mommy couldn't resist my sweet little face (haha..sucker!) and my spoiled rotten life with my mommy began. What a life it has been! Life definitely wouldn't be this good anywhere else. I love my mommy and I am grateful for the unconditional love that she has given to me and the care that she has been able to provide me with and not to mention the opportunity to meet my wonderful Mawmaw!!
I have always been a licker due to my OCD-ness of having clean feet. I can't stand to have my feet wet, dirty, touched, or anything. Well ever since my little escapade to the park this past weekend I have been constantly licking my feet even more so than normal. My mom called the V-E-T (shudder) while she was at work and the two of them cooked up a oddball idea. They wanted to put this cream stuff on my feet and then cover them with socks! Whatever made them think that I would even considering wearing socks is beyond me, but try telling that to my crazy mom.
My mom went on her lunch hour all over the place and found some baby socks that weren't cotton (I am allergic to cotton) and when she got home from work she tried to put them on my feet. I slipped right out of them. My feet were too small for even newborn size socks and so Mommy, Mawmaw and I loaded up in the car and went to Happy Dog and tried to see if they had shoes (oh my dogness!) Lucky for me they didn't have my size, but the owner told my mom to call back in the morning and she would order some for her. Just great! So needless to say after going all over America to find me some socks or shoes that plan backfired for at least a week until the shoes come in. I shall resume licking my feet until my little dog heart is content. My mom wants to hog my blog for a minute to say something about it being my Gotcha Day. I hope she doesn't say anything mushy as I have to maintain my tough dog image (cough cough!)
Note from Mom: I just wanted to say Happy Gotcha Day to my little baby boy. These past four years have flown by and I have truly enjoyed every second of every single day that I have had with you. You are a blessing even though sometimes you can be a royal pain in the you-know-what. I love everything about you and consider myself blessed to be your mommy!