Guard Dog

Mom spent a couple of hours out on our balcony this morning.  It was pretty dirty.  Lots of dead plants out there from where Mom attempted to "garden" last year. 

Anyway, I hung out with Mom while she was cleaning.  It was my job to guard the balcony.  There's this little gap between the balcony wall and the balcony floor.  I used that gap to spy on the people who walked on the sidewalk behind our building.

And I'm sure those people knew who was boss, too, when they heard this ferocious little doggie barking at them from up high!

Now, that bottom picture makes my butt look big. It's important for you to know that I'm laying on my side.  Seriously.  It's just a bad angle.  My tushie isn't really THAT big...

Stupid Baths

The other day Mom made a pathetic attempt to distract me from my medicated bath.  She put squeaky rubber duckies in the tub.  It did not work.

Seriously.  I hate baths.  Ducks don't help things like this.

And then she lined them up to amuse herself while I was sitting there for a bazillion hours with that stupid medicated shampoo on my furs.  NOT FUNNY.

I got sick of that, too, and attempted to make a break for it.

I actually managed to make it out of the tub, but Mom thwarted my escape attempt with the stupid baby gate.

Not cool.

And then she just taunted me from the outside of the bathroom by taking pictures.

Seriously not cool.

When Mom was done taking pictures, she decided that the shampoo had been on my furs long enough.  So, she stuck me back in the tub with those duckies and she washed off the medicated shampoo.

Stupid baths...

Sick Puppy

I've been a little sick over the last week.  Mom made me go to the vet last Tuesday 'cause my leg was all goopy and red and I was super itchy. The doctor said that I had a bacterial infection on my leg and gave me antibiotic pills.

But the problem with the antibiotic pills is that I already had a yeast problem in my ears...so the pills to make my leg all better gave me yeast infections in my ears.  NOT FUN.  They've messed with my tummy, too, so I'm refusing to eat my doggie food.

And all of my infections are caused by my severe allergies.  So my vet increased all of my allergy pills, to help me not get more infections while I'm trying to get rid of the ones I already have.

Mom says I'm a mess.

Last night, Mom tortured me by giving me a medicated BATH.  Seriously.  I hate baths, and she made me stand there in the tub for 15 minutes, wearing the stupid shampoo!  That's supposed to help me not get yeasty infections anywhere else, though, while I'm taking the antibiotics. Still stinks.

Tonight's round of torture involved my ears.  Mom said it was time to clean them out again.  So, she put me in the bathroom sink...

Too far to jump down, even though I was planning my escape.

She used vinegar/water to clean out the crunchies in my ears because the normal ear cleaner hurts my ears. My vet told her to try this.  Yippee.  (Yes, that's sarcasm.)  After she cleaned my ears, she put more special antibiotic ointment in them.

As soon as I got out of that sink, though, I was GONE...

Yep, that little blur was my hiney, getting the heck out of that bathroom of torture!

Mom's torture lately has involved more than just baths and ear cleanings.  She's also poking lots of icky pills down my throat.  I refuse to take them.  Mom keeps trying to hide pills in stuff, but I'm way too smart for that.  This week alone, she's tried to hide pills in:

• lunch meat (chicken, turkey, and roast beef)
• canned doggie food
• potted meat stuff
• tube meat stuff
• liverwurst
• chicken doggie tube food stuff

This pup wasn't born yesterday, you know.  So, I just spit the pills out and then Mom chases me down, pries my mouth open, and pokes the pills down there. Then I give her super dirty looks.

I'm refusing to eat my doggie food, too.  No kibble.  No canned food.  Tonight, Mom tried to put the chicken doggie stuff on top of my kibble.  I wouldn't even touch the bowl.

And then 10 minutes later, Mom forgot the bowl was there and she kicked it and food went all over the place.  He he he.

Anyway, the only thing I've eaten all day is...deli roast beef lunch meat. YUMMY.

And a couple little ducky treats.  But I refused to even eat some of those tonight.

Mom says she's gonna make me some boiled hamburger and rice now. That's what the doctor vet suggests for tummies that are a bit ouchy from lots of medicines.  And let me tell ya, I've got a lot of nasty medicines right now. Mom had to make a chart to be sure she didn't miss something with all of the meds, the baths, and the ear cleanings.

I've spent my evening tonight doing my best to act pathetic.

It's hard to be a sick puppy.

Mutt Strut Recap!

Thanks SO MUCH to all of my friends who helped sponsor me in the Mutt Strut!  I actually raised $455 for my local humane society. Can you believe that?!  I was even one of the top fundraisers!

There was lots and lots of stuff going on before the Mutt Strut began.

As usual, I did my best to look pathetic and let Mom know I wasn't thrilled about being around so many other doggies and peoples.

One person who was there that I was SUPER DUPER happy about having with me, though, was my awesome neighbor.  She's the neighbor who has toys just for me at her house.  And lots of cookies.  And bully sticks.  (She really spoils me rotten!)  Mom took a picture of me and our cool neighbor.

You may have noticed something on my head in that picture.  Um...yeah.  Here's a better pic of that.

Because the Mutt Strut took place on May 5 -- Cinco de Mayo -- Mom decided that I needed to wear a sombrero.  Seriously.  I was so embarrassed.  She made it worse, too, when SHE wore one along with me...

Yep.  She's seriously weird.

Anyway, at the beginning of the festivities, the humane society had a "Blessing of the Dogs."  It's good to be blessed.

After the blessing, the Strut began!  There were tons of people walking, but silly Mom didn't take any pictures of that for some weird reason.  Anyway, this is the back of the people in front of us at the beginning of the strut.

And here's me, strutting my stuff.

It was a pretty hot day out, and the sun was super shiny.  Mom was afraid I was overheating after we walked 3/4 of the strut.  So, I got to "roll" the rest of the way.

We walked around all of the vendor tents after the strut.  Mom tried to win me a new toy but didn't get the bean bag things into the right spot.  She owes me for that, I think.  After the tents, we went to do "paw print painting."  Here's my artwork, created with my right, front paw:

By this point, I was hot. And tired. And drooly. And I had grass stuck in my chin drool.  I was ready to go HOME.

I could barely keep my eyes open in the car.

And this is what I did for the rest of the day:

We got home from the Mutt Strut at 10:30 in the morning and I didn't wake up to potty or eat anything until 9:30 that night.  Strutting your stuff can sure wear you out!

Reasons to Sponsor Me

Mom signed us up for the Mutt Strut again this year. It's the third year in a row that we'll be strutting our stuff to help raise some money for the Champaign County Humane Society. That's our local humane society.

We like to do the Mutt Strut 'cause it helps us give a little back. Mom and I feel like we sorta won the lottery when we adopted each other. It's important to help out those doggies and kitties and bunnies and lizards and things who aren't as lucky and haven't found their forever homes yet!

So, with that in mind, I'd like to present to you the top reasons to sponsor me in the Mutt Strut.

Top 10 Reasons to Sponsor Buttons in the Mutt Strut

10. Kitties. I really love kitties...and the 60 kitties at the humane society will benefit from these donations!

9. Those doggies at the humane society need more TOYS.

8. Seriously. We gotta get them toys. And some cookies. This is very important.

7. I get really shy at events like this. I hide behind Mom and act pathetic. Your donations help make my suffering worthwhile. Here's a pic of me acting pathetic from last year:

6. Helping animals in need is good karma, isn't it???

5. I won a toy last year in a Mutt Strut contest. (OK, so that's not "technically" a reason to donate...but it WAS pretty cool...)

4. It's a win-win situation. You get warm fuzzies for donating and I get super excited about your donations for those animals in need.

3. Mom is considering taking my stroller. With all those other dogs walking, the stroller will be seriously embarrassing for me. That ain't cool. Please donate and help me feel a bit better about this...

2. This year's Mutt Strut is taking place on May 5. That's my grandpa's birthday. He passed away just two years ago, so Mom & I will be strutting in memory of grandpa that day.

1. I'm cute. Can you really resist the power of this cuteness???

If I've convinced you to help -- and I hope I have -- simply click here to visit my FirstGiving page and sponsor me in the Mutt Strut.

Thanks so much!

Getting Stuck

This story actually happened a month or two ago, but since it's been forever since I've told you a good story about my antics -- and let's face it, it's been forever since Mom's even let me post -- I thought I'd share.

Mom and I were over visiting my favorite neighbor at her house. I like to investigate everything when we're over there. I walk behind her chairs, sneak under her table, shimmy under her bed, and I've even been known to climb onto the first shelf of her bookcases.

My cool neighbor has a chair like this:

That's not a picture of HER chair, of course. That's just a chair I found on the internet to illustrate the story. Pretend that there are doggie toys all over around that chair, though, and it'll look a lot more like my neighbor's house.

Anyway, I was investigating everything, so of course that means I was investigating the chair, too. I shimmied myself between the bottom two rungs in the front of the chair so that I could sniff around underneath it. There was stuff I HAD to check out under there.

And that's when I realized I'd made a fatal error.

I could not get back out from under the chair. Each time I tried to go back between those rungs, the chair would move and it would start to smoosh me. I couldn't move.

I was stuck. Stuck under a chair.

Did Mom have pity on me? Well, yes and no. She laughed for a bit at my predicament. (My neighbor laughed, too, of course.) After laughing at me, did Mom help? NO...instead, she had the audacity to take a picture.

Then she FINALLY lifted up the chair (yes, she had to pick the whole thing up in the air) and I was able to escape my jail cell.

I haven't shimmied under that chair since.

Rub My BELLY!!!

You know you want a piece of that belly action...