Icky, Sicky Yet Again

Mom and I had to make a couple of emergency trips outside earlier this week, in the middle of the night, of course. Mom was happy that we made it out in time, but not very happy about me still having problems with throw-ups and diarrhea poos. Since my tummy has been acting up off-an-on for about a month now, Mom seemed to think we should go to see my vet. I disagreed, but was overruled.

So we went. The vet poked me with needles and thermometers...and shined bright lights in my eyes and ears...and took pictures of my insides...and stole some blood...and who knows what else.

Then the vet told Mom that my blood has a problem and that they needed to test my liver. So Mom took me BACK to the vet the next day and she had the audacity to leave me there. It was so incredibly rude of her! She LEFT ME at the vet! Can you believe that?! (I guess Mom used to do that to my sis Lexi, too, 'cause she had liver failure problems and the vet needed to do tests.)

Anyway, the vet stole more blood from me and then tried to get on my good side by giving me some food. No way. Not happening. I showed them -- I turned my nose up at it! That's right, I refused to eat that food that the vet offered me.

Mom came at lunch time and she actually brought me take-out! She got me a hamburger and she let me have the whole hamburger patty and even part of the bun. She never lets me have that much hamburger. It was heaven...

But then Mom took me back to the vet! I couldn't believe it. I got to eat a hamburger in the car...but she left me at the vet's office again instead of taking me home! It turns out that Mom tricked me. The vet needed me to eat so they could steal more blood and finish testing my liver. Since I refused the vet's food, Mom got me take-out just to get me to eat something.

My Mom's diabolical, I'm afraid. She's sneaky. I'm going to have to watch her...

Anyway, the vet called Mom with all of the test results and there's something sicky with my liver now. We don't know what, though. It could be my allergy medicine, but we're not sure. And my tummy problems? Those could be from my allergy medicine...or maybe a food allergy or something like that...or the sicky liver problem... Mom says we don't know yet.

The good news is that I'm back on my bland diet of hamburger and rice. No kibble. I love the hamburger and rice! But I really don't know what evil plans Mom and the vet have for me next. All I do know is that there better be some good squeaky toys in this for me!!!

Since I've been sicky, I've been acting super pathetic. So, here are some super pathetic, yet super cute, pictures of me from this week...

You know that I still love my squeakies, even if I have been not feeling the best. So, before you go thinking that I'm just napping all the time, you should probably take a look at this...




That was taken after my all-day session at the vet's office. I sure missed my toys... I might be sick, but a girl's still gotta play!

Fetching Fiasco

Mom and I were playing fetch tonight with my hamburger toy.

And then we had a problem...

See that? Mom actually tossed my hamburger down the hallway and it landed right smack in my water bowl. It was totally her fault.

I told Mom that I was NOT going to get that hamburger out of the water bowl. After all, she's the one who threw it in there.

Mom finally got the hamburger out for me after she stopped laughing and taking pictures. She didn't dry the hamburger off, but that was o.k. At least I didn't have to dunk myself to get it.

We played fetch some more, and then I decided I needed to get a drink out of my newly-hamburgered water bowl. It's a good thing that the water didn't taste funny.

All of that drama wore me out. (Doesn't take much, does it? He he he.)

I hope Mom has better aim when she tosses for fetch tomorrow!

My Bland Diet

Apparently, Mom is not a fan of having to take me out to potty at 2:00 a.m. I discovered that for sure last night. She really wasn't thrilled about the fact that I sorta had some...um...issues, either. If you're squeamish, you'd better skip ahead a bit... 'cause I'm talking about runny poo. Wasn't the first time, either. It's happened off and on for the last few days.

So Mom announced tonight that we're nipping this in the butt. (Pun intended.) She said she was switching me to a bland diet for a few days. I had no idea what she meant, but she said that she used to do this for Lexi when Lexi had tummy trouble and it helped her get all better.

Anyway, Mom took forever to cook herself supper tonight. I had to sit at the edge of the kitchen and supervise...

But then I realized that Mom wasn't cooking supper for herself...she was making food for ME! Turns out that this "bland diet" she was talking about is actually boiled hamburger and rice.

My table was set. (I added that squeaky bug myself. Needed a cool centerpiece.)

I totally chowed down!


Turns out that this "bland diet" stuff really rocks. I licked my bowl clean in record time. YUMMY!

Mom gave me a tiny bit more hamburger and rice later this evening and I think there was a little pink crunchy thing in there, too. But surely she didn't hide allergy medicine in my bland diet...right?

And now for your viewing pleasure, here's some video of me snarfing down that food.

I make some really cool snorty sounds in this one. He he he...



So what have we learned today? First, "bland diet" totally ROCKS. Second, I'm not so "ladylike" when I eat. He he he.

Snort.