tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31353377388410193922024-03-13T08:07:08.582-05:00Busy, Busy ButtonsI'm a very busy doggie with a whole lot of ornery in me!Busy Buttonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10857489767870008273noreply@blogger.comBlogger461125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135337738841019392.post-50843077112203081642015-11-24T14:39:00.000-06:002015-11-24T14:41:21.403-06:00Princess Buttons, 2000 - 2015<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>A note from Buttons' Mom...</b> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">This blog has been quiet lately in part because Buttons herself quieted down a bit. In February Buttons was diagnosed with primary pulmonary hypertension and secondary heart failure. The pressure in her lungs was basically causing her heart to fail. Her cardiologist said that our goal was to get Buttons to her birthday with quality of life. We passed that goal in September. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Over the last few weeks, however, Buttons has been having more and more trouble with her tummy. Yesterday, our regular vet discovered a large mass in Buttons' stomach. Buttons was in pain, and it was time to let her rest. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Buttons passed peacefully in my arms this afternoon, the 6th anniversary of her Gotcha Day. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Rest in peace, Princess Buttons. Rest in peace...
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> </span>Busy Buttonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10857489767870008273noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135337738841019392.post-58990445284570319102015-07-29T09:20:00.001-05:002015-07-29T09:26:07.283-05:00My New SistersI've got some pretty big news to share! Mom and I decided to expand our family and we recently adopted kitties. Yes, that's right...KITTIES!<br />
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Earlier this year, a pregnant, stray cat showed up on the farm of the mother of my Mom's best friend. They named the cat Shadow, and Shadow ended up having SEVEN kittens. Shadow is spayed now and she's living happily on the farm.<br />
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Mom and I wanted to help, so we adopted two of the kittens. Mom said that we needed two kitties instead of one because that way they could play with each other and not pounce me as much.<br />
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Mom's obsessed with M&Ms -- you probably already knew that -- so we named the kitties Maggie Mae and Maisy Mia. M&M and M&M makes M&M&M&M! (Mom's so weird...)<br />
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Anyway, the babies will be nine weeks old tomorrow and they're CRAZY. They play all of the time. They were afraid of me at first, and I was afraid of them, too. We're all doing better now. I don't play with them, but I'm not hiding from them as much anymore. They tend to think my poofy tail is a kitty toy. Not cool, kids, not cool.<br />
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I've discovered a fondness for kitten chow, and that's helped me accept the kitties into the family. Maggie keeps trying to eat my doggie food, too.<br />
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Mom and I have never, ever had a cat before, so we're really not sure about what we're doing here. It's pretty funny. We're going to trim some kitty nails soon, though, because Mom's been under constant attack.<br />
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Maggie more of a lovey kitty so far, and Maisy is the crazy play, play, play, play, play girl. Maisy was the runt of her litter, so she's smaller than Maggie. That doesn't slow her down, though!<br />
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The kids are SO funny when they play, so here are some videos of them in action...<br />
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Things are really crazy at our house now!<br />
Busy Buttonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10857489767870008273noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135337738841019392.post-39088116325336534022014-09-17T21:06:00.001-05:002014-09-17T21:06:57.603-05:00Yet Another BathMom did it again. Yep. Yet another bath. Hrmph.<br />
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Tomorrow (Sept. 18) is my birthday. I'm gonna be 14 years old. You would THINK that Mom would cut me some slack with the medicated baths, especially since this is a special week...<br />
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Nope. No such luck.<br />
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Trust me when I say that I did not go into the tub willingly.<br />
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At least Mom refilled the toy box in the bathroom. That provided some distraction during blow-drying. (See Mom's orange hair dryer?)<br />
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Had to go back to the toy box to liberate another toy.<br />
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More plucking.<br />
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After Mom opened the gate and let me out of the bathroom, I'm happy to report that I successfully saved all three of those squeakies from the bathroom.<br />
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And that's why Mom has to refill the toy box in the bathroom. I try to save all of the toys from horrible baths.<br />
Busy Buttonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10857489767870008273noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135337738841019392.post-3109426569077792262014-09-12T15:03:00.001-05:002014-09-12T16:32:12.924-05:00Photo SessionThis spring, I participated in the Mutt Strut and raised money for my local animal shelter. My friends were so very generous this year, and I ended up raising a whopping $783 for the shelter! Thanks again to everyone who donated...big, big thanks!<br />
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Since I raised so much, I won a photo session with a pet photographer. That was pretty cool. Mom went with me and we took our neighbor (my favorite person), too.<br />
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The pictures I posted on Wednesday after my vet appointment were sort of sad pics, so I thought this would be a good time to share my photo session pics. Enjoy!<br />
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I should have been a super model...<br />
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Here's Mom and our neighbor and me!<br />
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She is, by far, the best neighbor ever. She keeps treats on hand in different sizes for all of the dogs in the neighborhood. And she has special doggie beds and bully sticks and toys at her house JUST for ME!<br />
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It was a hot day, so I started panting in some of the pics.<br />
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Scritches on my head!<br />
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You can't tell, but I made a break for it after this pic and Mom had to chase me down. *evil snickers*<br />
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You'll note that Mom made me wear pink bows...<br />
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But at least she gave me some good belly rubs!<br />
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Busy Buttonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10857489767870008273noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135337738841019392.post-44684156915014101552014-09-10T20:17:00.003-05:002014-09-10T20:17:39.722-05:00Disgruntled PupI'm not a happy Buttons tonight. Not one bit.<br />
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Mom took me to the vet this afternoon. That's right, my friends. The VET.<br />
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The vet gave me a rabies shot in my rump. Yep -- right in my rump. Then she messed with my scabby spots (from my allergies) and messed with my ears.<br />
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If that wasn't bad enough, Mom had the nerve to tell the vet that I'd been having some issues with my hiney and the vet did an exam back there. It was NOT fun. How embarrassing!!!<br />
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According to the vet, I've got an ear infection (again), and my hiney glands are infected, too. The vet gave Mom ointment for my ear and put some ointment IN my...um...glands. (I do not recommend that procedure...)<br />
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It was a tough afternoon. I'm making Mom go to bed early tonight.<br />
Busy Buttonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10857489767870008273noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135337738841019392.post-81527817558558351672014-09-07T19:29:00.001-05:002014-09-07T19:29:22.131-05:00Another Stand-OffOn our walk tonight, I decided that we were going to go visit our neighbor.
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She lives right over there.<br />
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So I decided to go visit, but sadly, that's as close as I got to her house. I stood there and stood there and stood there. Mom rudely refused to let me go visit because she "claimed" she had laundry and dishes to do.<br />
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Busy Buttonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10857489767870008273noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135337738841019392.post-56729565321818569852014-09-01T10:18:00.002-05:002014-09-01T10:18:49.485-05:00Ongoing Battles<div>
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Yes, my friends, she made me take another bath. She claimed that I had poo on my hiney and that I needed that medicated shampoo for my scabby allergy spots. Personally, however, I feel this was purely an act of vengeance on her part.</div>
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Busy Buttonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10857489767870008273noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135337738841019392.post-58873274405795396132014-06-24T20:33:00.001-05:002014-06-24T20:33:26.032-05:00RetaliationMom destroyed my underground lair. All the hours I spend shredding paper under there...gone.<br />
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So, in retaliation, I shredded a potty pad.<br />
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Don't worry. It's not like I use those to take care of my business. In fact, Mom just puts them out in places where I have sometimes have accidents if my tummy's upset. She calls it "preventative." I call it "shreddable."<br />
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Busy Buttonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10857489767870008273noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135337738841019392.post-83919459128441552532014-05-15T19:04:00.004-05:002014-05-15T19:06:25.247-05:00My Underground LairI was minding my own business, snoozing on the big bed, when Mom suddenly interrupted me and wrecked havoc on my entire world.
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Seriously.<br />
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You see, for a couple of years now, I've spent my nights perfecting my underground lair. (That's what I like to call the area under Mom's bed.)<br />
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While Mom was sleeping, I moved her boxes around...hid toys under there...shredded papers...stole Mom's socks...etc. And until now, Mom just left me alone. I was allowed to...um..."decorate" my space however I liked.<br />
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Until this dreadful day.<br />
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Mom announced that something smelled under the bed and it was time to see what I had been up to under there. She got the surprise of her life when she moved the mattress and lifted up the box springs.<br />
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She got a good view of my handiwork. I'd sure been busy under there.<br />
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I surveyed my work. Looks a little different with light. I'm usually working in the dark under there.<br />
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Yep. That's my stuff.<br />
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So Mom took an hour or two and cleaned out my decor. (How rude!) In among all of the shredded papers and magazines she found:<br />
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<li>1 dog toy carcass</li>
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There was an old spot on the carpet, too, so Mom used cleaner on that and then used a fan to dry it.<br />
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Worst part is that Mom never could find anything that actually smelled. She destroyed my mess and never found anything stinky!<br />
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Guess I'm going to have to start decorating all over again.<br />
Busy Buttonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10857489767870008273noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135337738841019392.post-49093818019489209142014-04-29T21:18:00.004-05:002014-04-29T21:19:50.891-05:00Time for the Mutt Strut!<a href="https://www.firstgiving.com/fundraiser/emily-nafziger/mutt-strut-2014" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1i5nakHeRw/U2BcnMyAO0I/AAAAAAAAFiU/i8k5Ixc2U7Q/s1600/mutt+strut+logo.jpg" height="200" width="183" /></a>Each year since I got adopted by my forever-and-ever Mom, we've joined the fun at the <a href="https://www.firstgiving.com/fundraiser/emily-nafziger/mutt-strut-2014" target="_blank">Mutt Strut for the local humane society</a>. It's the big spring fundraiser for the shelter.<br />
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I was actually adopted from Companion Critters in New Jersey, but since I live in Illinois now, I like to help Mom support the animals here, too. We're trying to spread the love.<br />
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I'm not usually a fan of meeting other dogs in the fur, but it's for a good cause, so I don't complain much. Last year we took my stroller, and I hung out in there to keep away from some of the overly-friendly mutts who were strutting.<br />
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<b><a href="https://www.firstgiving.com/fundraiser/emily-nafziger/mutt-strut-2014" target="_blank">So...would you consider sponsoring me in the Mutt Strut?</a></b> I'd really appreciate it...and so would Mom...and so would all of those animals at the shelter here in town.<br />
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Busy Buttonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10857489767870008273noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135337738841019392.post-90016125858124859052014-04-13T21:09:00.000-05:002014-04-13T21:09:03.650-05:00Mischief MakerEven though my blog has been a little quiet lately, please don't think that I haven't been up to mischief. You can rest assured that I have.<br />
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Last night, for example, Mom had trouble sleeping because I kept shredding papers under her bed.<br />
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<b>And my best mischief lately?</b> Well, that was on Friday night. It was my neighbor's 80th birthday, so Mom and I went to visit her in the evening. While Mom was showing her something on her computer, I found a new toy to play with in my neighbor's bedroom.<br />
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I plucked and plucked at my new toy. Then Mom came looking for me.<br />
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Turns out it wasn't a toy that I was making little tooth holes in. It was a pair of my neighbor's underwear...<br />
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Oopsie.<br />
Busy Buttonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10857489767870008273noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135337738841019392.post-29822619462446255512014-04-01T20:37:00.000-05:002014-04-01T20:38:00.508-05:00Let Me StinkI was minding my own business, snoozing in the middle of Mom's bed...<br />
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...when all of sudden, THIS happened:
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Oh, the horror.
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Mom said when I went to the vet after my seizure a week ago, I was so stinky that the vet musta thought I was a homeless dog. I have to go back to the vet tomorrow to have some broken teeth taken out, so Mom was determined that I was going to smell like lavender stuff instead of stinky dog butt.<br />
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After all, maybe the vet prefers stinky dogs...<br />
<br />Busy Buttonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10857489767870008273noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135337738841019392.post-43363693631689780082014-03-22T21:27:00.002-05:002014-03-22T21:27:40.129-05:00Seizure ScareEarly, early, early on Thursday morning, I woke Mom up 'cause I didn't feel quite right. Turns out that I was having a seizure.<br />
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Mom took me to the emergency clinic, but I felt fine after we got there, so we turned around and came back home. Mom called my regular vet and they said I needed to come in for blood work and a once-over.<br />
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So we went to the vet yesterday morning. Mom didn't give me any breakfast (BOOO!) and the vet poked me with a needle (BOOOO!).<br />
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We got good news, though. The vet said that I'm o.k. and told Mom to just keep an eye on me. My blood work came back good, too. My liver enzymes are still way, way too high, but they're lower than they were last year. That was really great news!<br />
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Mom and I took it easy for the rest of the day. We went over to our neighbor's house and hung out on her patio. I love sitting in the sun puddles there!<br />
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My neighbor puts out toys, bully sticks, and milkbones for me. On a nice, cushy rug. There was a water bowl, too.<br />
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Did you see what her sign says?<br />
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"Dog friendly. Beware of owner." Our neighbor doesn't have a doggie...besides me, of course!<br />
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Good sun puddles after good news from the vet. Can't beat that!<br />
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I made sure to stop and sniff this pole on the way. See those dogs in that door? They barked and barked and barked! I took my time and showed them who's boss.<br />
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This is some of the last of the snow that's left around here. It's all been melting and melting.<br />
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Of course I found mud on our walk.<br />
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We got about a quarter of the way around the pond when I decided that I'd walked enough. I gave Mom this look.<br />
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Then we turned around and walked back home.<br />
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See this bench? There was a nice family sitting there when we walked by the first time. You know what I did? I pooped right by them. They laughed. Mom was not amused.<br />
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When we got back home I rolled and rolled.<br />
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That was a nice walk. Well, kinda.<br />
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Mom put a potty pad in that spot to try to save the carpet and make her cleanup easier. I let that slide for a while.<br />
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Last night, however, while Mom was in the shower, I decided that I'd had enough of the potty pad.<br />
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Oh, yes. I shredded it. Mom spread it out to survey the damage. She had to pick up little pieces of the stuffing from all over.<br />
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I worked fast, too, because she wasn't in the shower for very long.<br />
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I prefer to poo directly on the carpet. *evil snickers*<br />
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*snooooooore*<br />
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Busy Buttonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10857489767870008273noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135337738841019392.post-49659614274780502462014-03-08T10:16:00.002-06:002014-03-08T10:16:38.541-06:00Mud MagnetThe weather warmed up a bit, and most of the nasty snow is melting. You know what that means? Mud!<br />
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And I'm an expert in finding it.<br />
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Hrm...where's some more mud?<br />
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Found some!<br />
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Now the only downside to my mud magnet ability is the fact that I have little white paws. Well, maybe I should say that I HAD little white paws before the mud...<br />
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Mom put me directly into the bath tub after our walk this morning.<br />
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Not cool.<br />
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Plotting my escape.<br />
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Such torture.<br />
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Lucky for me, Mom's sick and didn't feel like bending over the tub. So, I only got a foot bath and not an entire body bath. Much less torturous that way.<br />
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Mom and I went to Aunt Katie's house to celebrate Christmas. I found a catnip toy under the Christmas tree. Mom told me I couldn't squeaky it, but I didn't believe her.<br />
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I tried and tried to squeaky it. I even rolled on it!<br />
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Mom eventually took the toy away. She said Aunt Katie's cats probably didn't want me to rip up their toy. Hrmph.<br />
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Oh -- here's a picture of me in my pretty Christmas dress at Aunt Katie's house.<br />
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So after Aunt Katie's house, then Mom and I stayed with Grandma for a few days over Christmas. Then we came home.<br />
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Then Mom got sick.<br />
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Then we got snow. Lots and lots of snow. Too much snow for me to potty in.<br />
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Then we got polar vortex, too-cold-to-pee weather. It was so cold that Mom made me wear my jammies inside our house.<br />
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Mom was still sick, too. The good thing, though, was that she had to stay home with me because of the weather. We took lots of naps.<br />
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Mom finally got over being sick just a couple of days ago. Now it's my turn. I had to go to the vet today because my skin infection came back. Yuck. Mom says my antibiotics are gonna make it all better, though.<br />
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Finally, here's a picture of me rolling on a toy tonight. (Mom finally got a new battery for the camera...)<br />
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There's just a little bit of static in the air tonight...<br />
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Busy Buttonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10857489767870008273noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135337738841019392.post-68440255088280680122013-12-19T06:50:00.000-06:002013-12-19T06:52:07.625-06:00Dear Santa...Dear Santa,<br />
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I've been good. Really I have. OK, so maybe not "good," but you know I've really tried. <br />
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Now, no matter what my Mom tells you, I have NOT been messing with the Christmas presents under our Christmas tree.<br />
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She claims I've been barking at the presents, rolling on the presents, walking on 'em, and even wiping my eye boogies on them. How dare she blame me for all of that, especially when she knows you're watching!<br />
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Um. Nevermind, Santa. I've really tried to be good, though, and I haven't unwrapped any of those presents (yet). Does that still count as "good"? I'd really like some Greenies for Christmas. And bully sticks. And toys...<br />
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Thanks!<br />
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Busy Buttonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10857489767870008273noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135337738841019392.post-33573152700315469062013-12-13T07:04:00.002-06:002013-12-13T07:04:55.412-06:00Not My FaultThis year Mom put her M&M men beside the Christmas tree. (Ignore the bicycle in this picture...)<br />
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OK, so maybe I might have a little bit of an idea of how that happened...<br />
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I told him I wanted toys, of course, and Greenies and toys and bully sticks and toys and cookies. Oh, and toys.<br />
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And by "underground lair," I mean my hidey spot under Mom's bed where I like to hide my toys and shred Mom's old mail.<br />
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That's exactly what I was doing when she stuck the camera down there and took this shot of my hiney.<br />
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Busy Buttonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10857489767870008273noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135337738841019392.post-53044101515083391892013-11-03T20:56:00.000-06:002013-11-03T21:00:53.230-06:00Monkey BusinessIt was rainy and icky on Halloween, so Mom didn't take me trick-or-treating. She did make me wear my costume for a trial run, though.<br />
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This year I was a monkey.<br />
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The hood on the costume sorta gave me an instant eye lift. But, on the plus side, the costume came with a squeaky banana! That was FUN. Well, except for when Mom forced me to stop playing so she could take a picture...<br />
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Luckily for me, Mom's camera died at that point. So, she plugged it in to charge. When she did that, I started rolling on my squeaky banana and managed to roll myself completely out of my monkey costume! Then, I attacked it and plucked that monkey fur like crazy.<br />
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So on Friday I had another appointment at the vet. The vet wanted to see me again to see if my skin infection and allergies were better yet. Mom decided that I should be a monkey at the vet's office, so I went in costume.<br />
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It took five weeks of antibiotics and a month of steroids, but I beat that stupid infection! The vet said I was finally all better. In fact, she said that she'd never seen my skin looking so good! And of course the vet and all of the techs oohed and aahed over my costume. They even took pictures!<br />
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Then after a nasty shot in my hiney (I was overdue for something-or-other), we were back in the car to head home. When we got home, Mom made me a monkey yet again...<br />
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And then we were off to trick-or-treat at our favorite neighbor's house!<br />
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When I went inside I checked out the goods. The blanket, "Princess" bowl of water, blue bowl of milkbones, and the bully sticks -- those are normally out for me. (My neighbor ROCKS.)<br />
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I was sure a hit with the people at the vet's office and with the neighbor. Glad Halloween is over, though...enough of that monkey business!<br />
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I took a sack or two of old mail...pulled it under Mom's bed...and shredded it! Then, piece by piece, I pulled it out from under the bed and spread it around. All while Mom was asleep in her bed, of course.</div>
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Trying my best to look innocent when confronted by the mess...</div>
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Apparently Mom was on to my shenanigans and tried to get video of me in action. Lucky for me, it was too dark under the bed for her camera to work on video! I stopped my shredding when I saw the camera appear, too. She caught some good snorts on video, though...<br />
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Aerial view of me emerging from my shredding location...<br />
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I'm quite detail-oriented in my shredding, too. See how tiny I can get those scraps?<br />
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Plastic sacks are no match for my abilities, either.<br />
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Magazines... I'm an equal opportunity shredder.<br />
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Mom's trying to figure out how to clean up the rest of the scraps of paper from way, way under the bed.<br />
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Busy Buttonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10857489767870008273noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135337738841019392.post-68455901615557146102013-10-15T20:16:00.000-05:002013-10-15T20:16:14.878-05:00Blessed Again<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
This weekend, Mom and our neighbor and I all went to another church for another pet blessing. Mom says that I can't be too blessed, considering my cancer scare this summer.</div>
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Mom sat in a chair at this service, so I took my usual spot under Mom's seat.</div>
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Here's the pastor getting ready to start the service.<br />
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The church had strategically-placed water bowls and garbage cans. Very cool.<br />
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Here's the official program and song sheet.<br />
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During the start of the program I ventured out from under Mom's chair to get some loving from our neighbor. She's my buddy.<br />
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This church even brought a keyboard outside to play music during the service. Very cool!<br />
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I looked at the music, but decided not to sing along.<br />
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Then it was time for the blessings! The pastor went to each animal (all dogs this time except for three bunny rabbits) and talked to the owner about the pet, then he said a special prayer. Here he is in the suit jacket, blessing the bunnies.<br />
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These two big lab dogs were having FUN. They kept playing and playing. The lab on the left was just diagnosed with hearing loss. The lab on the right chewed through her leash right before the pastor came to bless her. So funny!<br />
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Then it was my turn!<br />
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After my blessing, I hung out beside my neighbor again and watched the rest of the festivities.<br />
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And when the service was over, I started rolling in the grass. That was a blast. I needed to get some good stinks on me again since Mom made me take a bath the day before.<br />
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Then we were off to the car to head home!<br />
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It's good to be blessed. Mom says that's the last service that she knows about, so we're probably done hitting the blessing services now.</div>
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