She's back!

She got home at 10 last night. Dad and I were already sleeping. Then all of a sudden, she was home. I went out in the hall, and I met her at the top of the stairs. I was wagging my tail so hard I woke up Sis. You see, my tail was thumping on her door. It was thumping pretty fast and pretty hard. Sorry Sis - I was just happy to see mom!

I had dog daycare yesterday. I get pretty excited to go. You don't need to ask me twice on daycare days to get in the car. I tried to tell dad he can drive really fast to get to daycare, because then I would have more time to play. Sis even thought I was pretty excited to go to daycare.

Hunger Strike

It's bad. Really bad. My mom left yesterday ~ with a really big suitcase. Rumor has it, she went to a place called Dallas. They have cows there.

I'm stuck wondering why she wants to be by cows and not her favorite mutt. Luckily, there are no Giants there, or there would be big trouble. Really big trouble.

So, I'm on a hunger strike until she gets home. That's right. I'm not going to eat until she gets home. I've put my foot down. Well actually, I've put all 4 of them down.

MOM - WHEN ARE YOU COMING HOME????

It hit me right between my sad eyes.

And, I might add, the sad eyes didn't work.

You see, my dad goes to a place called South Dakota. He goes there a lot. So, today when I saw the suitcase, I thought dad was going again. No problem, I get spoiled rotten when dad is gone.

Well, today, Mom gets out a suitcase and starts to pack it. That's when it hit me. Right between my sad eyes. Mom NEVER packs for dad. Apparently, big boys need to pack for themselves. Dad has earned "big boy" privileges to pack himself. Mom is packing.

No amount of sad eyes is stopping my mom. NONE. My mom is running away. She took the BIG suitcase. She even told me - don't even think about hopping in the suitcase. Apparently Midwest Express has some stupid policy about overweight bags. $50 charge - each way. NO WAY - I am not overweight. Just ask the vet. Mom said she would know the minute the suitcase got on the luggage scale that it was overweight.

NOT FAIR!

I DIDN'T DO IT.

Honest. I didn't do it. I can't throw my tennis balls up that high. I didn't have any big friends over, either.

The fact that there are 3 really big cracks in one of the 1/4 round windows by the fireplace isn't my fault. Actually, they are more than really big cracks, the window is just plain broken. Luckily my dad taped it all up. The reason they think it is me, the window broke on the inside, not on the outside.

Mom isn't too upset about it. Something about the windows have a 20 year warranty on the glass. The window just doesn't look very pretty right now.

Oh well, guess that means there will be a repair person in the house pretty soon. Darn, I always try to let them work, but its really hard when they want to play with me. I'll try to be nice!

At the vet today...

First, let me say my dad rocks. Because he took me to the vets office last night, they gave me an 8:00 appointment time. They only allow the vet to be double-booked for cool dogs like me. Maybe the Cheryl's like my sad eyes.

There was a black lab there at 8:00, for ear surgery. The black lab's dad was really upset about the surgery. Maybe he was wondering about vets and big screen TV's.

The 8:30 dog was Molly, she was a golden retriever. She wasn't too friendly. OK,maybe a little friendly. Maybe because I got to be seen before her. Because I am special, I was allowed to cut in front of her.

One of the Cheryl's really felt bad for me. I couldn't eat after 10:00 last night, just in case Dr. Beachum was going to do surgery. Once Dr. Beachum decided that I didn't need surgery, just a "fancy" manicure on my dew claw, Cheryl kept feeding me some treats. Hey Cheryl, Love you! I still have my fancy lime-green bandage on. Dr. Beachum added a white stripe to it with some tape.

I even backed up the 9:00 dog. The 9:00 dog was a hunting dog, maybe a pointer. I don't remember what he was there for. I was ready to go home and eat some breakfast!

INJURED

No kidding. Dad picked me up at doggie daycare tonight, and they had a special conference. Just about me. And, I am sporting a really cute lime green bandage. Sis is going to be so jealous that she doesn't have anything as cool as this.

Somehow, while I was busy playing today, I ripped my dew claw, and it started bleeding. When my dad picked me up, the first thing was he took me to the vet. Well, not to the vet, just the vet's office. The vet was gone already. But my favorite Cheryl's were there. Not my mom, but the two Cheryl's at the vets office. The Cheryl's were happy to see me. I must be their favorite their favorite patient. They remembered my name. Dad was pretty impressed. I haven't seen the Cheryl's since September.

So, dad is going to take me to Dr. Beachum's tomorrow morning. And, I'll be there all day. I wonder what type of television Dr. Beachum has? I bet dad is wondering too!

It is the dog days of summer oops I mean winter.

I don’t even know if I should be coming or going anymore. Between starting dog day care on Tuesdays, my sis has skipped school 4 different days this winter. Including today. Don’t get me wrong, she is delightful to have around. Today was one of those no-school days, and it wasn’t even a weekend. Something about maybe we’ll be getting 15 or 20 inches of snow.

Dad was so excited about getting all this snow, that he actually came home early from work to play with me. He probably felt guilty that I only got 1 day of day care this week.

And then, mom came home early too. Mom wasn’t happy. Mom was a bit frazzled. Apparently, driving home for mom was much worse than driving home for dad.

Regardless of why they all came home early, I’m glad they are all home. Nothing like getting some attention ALL day long!