Beautiful Weathers

Last weekend we had super nice weather, so Mom and I decided to go walk around the pond by our house.

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.

This is some of the last of the snow that's left around here. It's all been melting and melting.

The dog station seems to be missing something...the trash can! Hope the park people bring it back soon. That's important for poops.

Of course I found mud on our walk.

We got about a quarter of the way around the pond when I decided that I'd walked enough. I gave Mom this look.

Then we turned around and walked back home.

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.

When we got back home I rolled and rolled.

That was a nice walk. Well, kinda.
 

Thankful Thursday: Dog Beds

It's Thankful Thursday, and today I'm thankful for my selection of dog beds and blankets and rugs and stuff.  You see, I've got Mom well trained when it comes to my comfort.  I've practically taken over the living room with my stuff.

I've got doggie beds that I sometimes only stick my hiney in.
   

And rugs I roll on while also rolling under my beds...

My blankets and rugs make me practically camouflage, too.  That way Mom can't see me when I roll like a crazy dog.

And then there's my Princess Tent that I like to hide in sometimes.

And other blankets for when I want to act super pathetic to get more treats...especially after going to the GROOMER...

Then when all else fails, I just take over Mom's bed in the bedroom.  This is particularly fun when she has to leave for work in the morning.

Mom says not many dogs have a bazillion beds, rugs, and blankets like I do.  So, for Thankful Thursday I'm thankful for my creature comforts.

  

Vet Visits and Surprise Toys

So I went to the vet to get my stitches out. The vet said that my big incision from my butt lump looked great and was healing really well.  The incision from the mass in my mouth already healed completely, too.  How cool is that?!

I attacked a Lamb Chop toy in the car as soon as we got out of the vet's office.

So the good news from the vet was that the incisions all looked great.  The bad news from the vet, however, was pretty bad.  The vet talked to the people at the lab that looked at my butt lump, and they re-evaluated it. They decided that it was NOT encapsulated after all and it did NOT have clean margins.

The vet also talked to an oncologist about my butt lump tumor.  The oncologist said that in 50 to 90% of cases, this type of tumor will metastasize within a year.  My butt lump actually appeared well over a year ago.

We don't know if the cancer has spread yet, and we need to go see an oncologist to figure out what to do now. So, Mom made me an appointment for next Tuesday, late morning.

Enough of the bad news for now. Here's something fun...

My friend Boris and his family and my Aunt Jill from DogToys.com sent me an awesome "get well" box of love in the mail.  And when I say "awesome," I mean it!

Here's me telling Mom she had better stop taking pictures and TURN THIS BOX OVER!!!

Much better...

One of my favorite toys so far has been this little pink piggy.  He's loud and easy to squeak.  I've played with him several times now!

I haven't played like this in a long time, so Mom made sure she got this on video.  Of course the camera battery died on her after one minute... *rolls eyes*

 

 
Thanks for the cool box of love, Boris, H2, and Aunt Jill!
   

Mud Bath

When Mom and I went to visit our neighbor tonight, I did something that any good, honorable dog would do. I rolled in the grass. I rolled like crazy. I rolled and rolled and rolled!

OK, maybe there was some pee mail that I was rolling in, too. (Lots of it, actually!)

And it was a little muddy since it rained a bit today. I ended up bringing home some of that mud on my back and down my neck. Even had some mud on my chin.

Oops.

(Mom says the pictures don't do justice to the amount of mud I was wearing.)

Unfortunately, I discovered that Mom is not a fan of doggies covered in mud. I watched in horror as she got stuff ready to give me. . .a. . .BATH.

So, again, I did what any good, honorable dog would do.  I went to hide in my Princess Tent.

Unfortunately, Mom found me, picked me up out of the tent, and took me to the room of torture...the bathroom.

Of course I tried to make a break for it and jump out of the tub, like any good, honorable dog would do. Mom thwarted my efforts, even with the camera in her hand.  Hrmph.

Finally, though, the bath torture was over and Mom broke out the orange hairdryer of doom. Not even the squeaky toy could comfort me.

Our air conditioner is broke, though, so it got super hot in the bathroom.  Mom gave up trying to get me dry.  (SCORE!)  As soon as Mom started to open the gate, that dog toy and I were outta there! I was so fast, Mom only caught a paw in her picture.

Baths are exhausting.

And I miss my stinky mud.
 

Just Playing

Yesterday Mom brought me a new super-duper squeaky Santa that she got on clearance for super cheap.  Can't beat that!

She thought I might like it 'cause it was so easy to squeak.  And she was RIGHT.





Eventually, I got tired of Mom sitting there with the camera.  I was ready to play fetch and she needed to get in on the fun.  So I told her!



Sadly, the little squeak maker in Santa got loose and fell inside the toy shortly after these videos.  So he doesn't squeak anymore.  I'm going to send Mom back to the store to see if she can find a new one, though. He got me playing like I haven't played in a while!

And Mom says you can tell it's not allergy season here anymore since I was actually rolling and playing so much.  That's a good thing.  You'll note that this still doesn't stop me from being super snorty, of course.  That's just how I roll.

Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween!  (O.K., so maybe it's Happy Two-Days-After Halloween now because Mom's been slacking on my blog time...)

This year Mom conspired with my neighbor and they decided that I needed to wear this peacock costume for Halloween.

I actually didn't mind it too much. Mom and I had a disagreement about whether or not the peacock hat was a squeaky toy.  She seemed to think I should wear it, not attack it.  Once it was on my head, though, I left it there.

I strutted my stuff all of the way over to our neighbor's house!

Well, I had to make one little detour to take care of some business...  (Mom says she assumes this was to voice my displeasure at having to wear a costume.)  I was a poopin' peacock.

Here I am at our neighbor's patio...  "TRICK OR TREAT!"

The neighbor had her camera, too, and refused to open the screen door until I was properly photographed. If you look closely you'll see a few little leaf things stuck in the fur on my chin.  Those things get stuck on me every single time I sniff the trees near my neighbor's place.

The best part about my peacock costume was that it actually had a coordinating peacock SQUEAKY TOY!!!  Seriously.  Can you believe that?  I attacked, of course.

Is it cannibalism to see a peacock chewing on a peacock?  He he he.

And you KNOW I had to roll on that squeaky toy...

Still rolling...

My totally awesome neighbor had a bag of Halloween squeakies waiting for me for my trick or treating.  Yep.  A BAG of Halloween squeaky toys!  And she put out a BOWL of Milkbones for me, too!

Now here's where the evening took a slightly evil turn...

Yep.  Mom brought another costume.  She thought she'd display my ornery side by dressing me like a little devil.

I put up with it...

but I really just wanted to play with my new toys.

So I told Mom and our neighbor just how I felt!

Thankfully, we got down to business playing tug, bitey face, etc., right after that.  It was awesome.

After a while, however, Mom decided to torture me again with yet another outfit.

Seriously.

Sure, the skeleton pajamas are cute, but I think you can tell that I was NOT amused.

But then I got another new toy, so the skeleton PJs were quickly forgotten.

And I played and played and played.

Tushy shot:

Then Mom and I walked back home.  She left the skeleton PJs on me.  Lots of people ooh'd and aah'd over me on the way.

Mom and my neighbor decided that they liked the peacock outfit the best.  I have to admit that I do make a cute little peacock.

Would you believe they went out shopping today and found TWO more costumes to put back for next year?!  I'm doomed.