Finally!

I've been trying to figure out how to fit into Denver's bed for months now. It was purchased for her, and the intention was for it to be too small for me. I always like the softest bed, so I nudge her out and take the spot. This bed was supposed to be for Denver only, because I wasn't supposed to fit. But it's the nicest dog bed I've ever seen! It just looked so soft and cozy...
and it is as soft as I imagined!

Laundry

I love a big pile of laundry just before it is sorted!

I am SOOO hungry!

Whining doesn't seem to work. Barking doesn't seem to work. I needed a new plan and here's what I came up with: I thought that if I lie on her feet, it would be hard for her to pedal the spinning the spinning wheel. Then she'd have to get up and feed me my dinner! At least I'd be between her and the wheel!

what i did this weekend, and what I do all day

Well, the big news this weekend was that I pooped! Yes, it really was big news, but I'll spare you the photos. First I had the runs, then the pukes. They tortured me withheld food from me for the entire day last Tuesday. Then I got rice and cottage cheese to eat, small amounts at first. By Friday I still hadn't pooped, and my sweet new Vet was concerned and said she was going to loose sleep if I didn't poop soon. So we went to see her on and she fed me this yummy caramel tasting goo (that's why she's my new best friend). It is called Cat Lax and will also help me with hairballs! Fortunately I pooped Saturday morning, cuz they were starting to talk about barium x-rays. That would have seriously cut in to my napping time. It didn't, so here's what I did all weekend:


Yep, I'm pretty cute!

We've Been Under the Weather

I haven't been feeling very well since my visit to the kennel. I have always had a delicate constitution. My digestive system can handle gravel, bones, paper, and foil wrappers, but it can't handle a change in my dry dog food. Well, that was what we thought the problem was for the first few days. After I'd been back home a few days and eating my normal food, instead of improving, my digestive system was getting worse.
Yesterday, when I needed to be let out every 30 minutes, starting at 5 am, Daisy decided to take me to the Vet. About 2 hours before our appointment, I puked. That was bad. Daisy had been feeling nauseous and unable to eat for 2 days so, when she went to clean up after me, it was a problem. She puked too. She got it together and took me too the Vet. They were worried that I had a blockage, so Daisy had to watch me closely all evening. She had a class down in Truckee so she took me with and came out to check on me in the truck. When we got home around 10 pm, she let me pee off leash in front of the house. Silly Girl! Just cuz I'd had nothing to eat and had been feeling terrible, didn't mean I wouldn't run away! Poor thing, she'd been unwell, only had saltines and ginger ale all day. She wasn't thinking, but then she found herself walking all around the neighborhood in the dark wearing her headlamp, trying to find me. Obviously she did... eventually. And I'll never tell if I found something to eat, or if I threw up again. I'm doing fine, so no harm, no fowl.

I wasn't given anything to eat anything yesterday! It was a nightmare! I did get drugs, to fight whatever bugs might be messing with me and something to sooth my system. Today I got to eat a little cottage cheese with rice. I'm feeling better, but I'm still not like myself.

Working Through the Pain

I haven't been able to post in a while... paw trouble. Just to prove I'm not as wimpy as they say I am, I am posting despite my pain. First of all, I got a bit over zealous while fetching the tennis ball and tore up my pads pretty good. It turns out that you can't really slide on the pavement the way you can on snow covered roads. Oops. That had me limping a bit. Then, once it healed and my limp was gone, Tim took me and Denver for a hike. Well, Tim climbed up on a boulder to take a nice picture. Of course I had to follow him. I scrambled my way up, but couldn't really figure out how to stay there. I tried my best to get a good grip on that rock while slipping off it, bit I just couldn't get my nails into it. So much for those pads. I also hurt my leg in the fall. Now I'm limping even worse than before. Tim's been bringing us to work with him, so I'm sure he got advice from the medical crew as he palpated my leg for a break. There doesn't seem to be one, so I'm just favoring it these days. Tim has been working nights, and Daisy's out of town. Since Tim works at least 12 hour shifts (with 1 1/2 hour of total commute) we can't really be left at home. He thinks we'll pee in the house... and we might. Tim set up a nice cozy bed in the back of the truck, which has a top, and he even got a little heater for us. Denver and I have a nice warm little home on wheels, and we get to run around the airport too. It has been quite nice, even for a cold sensitive guy like me. Tomorrow morning we are going to a kennel. I've never been to one, but Denver knows this one well and says that it's like doggie camp. Sounds fun to me! Daisy is supposed to liberate us on Saturday, when she gets back from Washington. I probably wont have internet access at the kennel, so I doubt I'll post again before Saturday.

These boots are made for what?

While packing for our move, Daisy put these boots on my front paws. Well, how do you walk with such things on your feet? After she put the first one on me, and I just didn't use that paw. It isn't so hard to walk with only 3 legs/paws. But then she put the second one on me, and well, how do you walk without the front legs? I tried...
The humiliation of it! Daisy and Tim were laughing at me! How could they? I get no respect.

"sliding glass" doors

Did you know that there are invisible doors?! Well, I found out the hard way. My head is kind of sore. The little den we have slept in for the last few days has this crazy door. Sometimes you can run right through, and other times it stops you dead in your tracks. Ouch! The worst part is that Tim and Daisy seem to think this is VERY funny, and can't stop laughing.

I have been having a great time in the snow, though. I also like the fact that I spend a lot more time with out a leash!

I'm Healthy

Went to the Vet this morning to say "goodbye". She said I'm healthy and so is Denver (well, we have to wait for her "senior" blood panel to be official, but she's a healthy ol' gal). Now Denver and I are all ready for the big move to Tahoe. Daisy thinks I don't know what's going on just because I've never moved before. Denver told me all about it, but I'm not letting on.

The Vet kept calling me a goofball. I don't get it. And, another thing I don't get: why are people always suggesting that my tail should hurt? It happens when I'm obviously happy. Can't they see my tail wagging? I mean, it should be pretty obvious to them, cuz you can hear it smacking against the wall!

Apparently I have acne (blackheads) and Daisy has to go get Stridex Medicated Pads for me. She says its more evidence that I am like a teenage boy. I just don't get the comparison. Mine is on my chest. The Vet says that is something that is often seen in Greyhounds and Great Danes. Daisy loves it, because it supports her working hypothesis that I am part Great Dane. What is a "working hypothesis" anyway? Hopefully we can get my chest all fixed up with the Stridex pads. Otherwise, Daisy wants to wax my chest to prevent the ingrown hairs! That doesn't sound good at all!

Busted

Daisy wasn't paying attention, so I decided to steal some bread. Oh yes, she was home at the time, but the bread was on the kitchen counter, and she was out on the deck messing with something. Anyway, I grabbed it and ran. I usually take stuff to the basement to eat it, or I continue on out through the dog door which is what I did. She figured it out pretty quickly, but I can scarf down food pretty quickly too!



I finished the loaf, and all that she could recover was the bag. She did catch me with it.

Sweater Love

I love my sweater!


And lying on my back

Happy Birthday to Denver

Hey, I'm celebrating Denver's Birthday! She's my buddy, housemate, part of the pack, and like an aunt to me.

She's kind of old, but she's still fun to play with. I'm a little disappointed that she doesn't let me drag her around the house by the tail anymore, though. Now she snaps at me when I try.

Denver really put up with me as a pup, and taught me a lot of things about being a dog.







We share a bed, and she doesn't mind if I sprawl out and take most of the space.

Happy Birthday Denver, I hope we get some special treats tonight!

Get to know Jack

While Daisy is at the doctor for her headache, I thought I'd take the opportunity to do a little blogging of my own. First of all, I'm a handsome fella, don't you think?

Most of my day is spent lying in the sun, but sometimes I like to have a little fun, especially if there is any chance at all that I might get to consume something, edible or not.

A couple of weeks ago (before the pack leaders went to Cabo), Daisy gathered a bunch of plants from the garden. She had each kind in gallon size ziplock bags, all organized. I had my eye on them from the start, waiting for her to leave them within my reach. One day she left them in the bath tub. I hate that slippery cauldron of misery, and usually refuse to enter it. But...the opportunity to eat her stuff was just too good to pass up!

I braved that evil slippery white tub and look at my prize!!!! I enjoyed some ivy right there in the eviltubroom and some dahlias and ferns in the hallway.


Then I brought 3 ziplock bags to the living room and
shared the contents with my CareFlight bear.


















I had a blast that day, but Daisy didn't seem very pleased. She kept muttering something about dying naturally. Do you think she was referring to me? Maybe it was NOT dying naturally?