Hi fans! I'm sorry it's been such a long time since I've updated. My Foster Brothers have hogged the computer updating their blogs trying to get adopted.. and I know how important finding your forever family is, so I've let it slide.
Let's see.. what's been happening??
I really wanted to clean out this kong and I forgot to let Mom take off my muzzle! I was pretty excited.
If your parents don't give you pillows, they aren't good parents.
I shared my bed with my foster brother, Donner. Mom documented this because I don't usually share.
...But I'm learning that sharing isn't an option. I'm getting good at it!
We went to a meet and greet in February. I let Donner borrow my bow-tie so people could see how handsome he was.
Mr. Bruce was teasing me and Donner with squeaky toys.. but he bought them for us, which is why we like Mr. Bruce.
On the way home, I was very tired. Aunt Courkie thought that it was very funny that my nose was caught on my muzzle which was causing me to make my "grr" face.
Me and Donner had a dog park date with Gracie and Buddy! We were all chasing the little dog who kept getting the ball!
1) We have an extra puppy in our home right now. His name is Donner. He's not staying with us for permanent, but just until he gets adopted.
2) We've been going on walks again. I was on an exercise diet for 1.5 months, but Mom figured some light walking wasn't going to kill me. Yes, I'm still limping sometimes, but it comes and goes. Mom is still curious as to why I'm limping and we were supposed to get a referral from our vet to go see a specialist, but because of #3, we haven't been able to yet.
3) We moved to a place with CARPET andddd SO MUCH SPACE!!!! I don't have to back up everywhere anymore. I can actually turn around! I'm still afraid of the slippery floors in the dining room, but its so much better than before cause she got me some special rugs!!
4) Mom made a new toy investment! I had killed most of my squeakers in my squeaky toys, because they are my favorite. I saw how many she bought last night, but she only gave us ONE last night! (In her defense, she did also buy 2 new toys a few nights prior, and I snuck in the bags and pulled the toys out before she was even done unloading the bags! She had to take them from me to cut the tags off..)
5) She gives me lubbins whenever I ask her to and she is patient with me over the slippery floors and she turns Donner out of the way when I can't get past him to get to my food bowl and she gives me treats and she takes me to meet and greets and she endures my bad breaths and she says she loves me more than any other doggy that comes to my house, forever.
How about some videos?
Characters:
So there's me, Phil, the big, white, Greyhound.
There's Donner, the big, brindle, Greyhound (who is looking for his forever home).
There's Noodles, the "husky", long, Dachshund. (Aunt Courkie's dog)
And there's Judge, the teeny, tiny, smallest dog in the house, mini-Dachshund. (Aunt Courkie's dog)
Here's a video of mostly just me with my new chicken. We had to hide it after this video because Noodles is a little vicious with toys and Mom didn't want this one to have such a quick life.
This is me.. about all things. No pee spots will remain unmarked (even if I have to poop on them).
Today, the back yard. Tomorrow, THE WORLD!!!
PS. Mom is moving so she's left me with Miz Penney and Mister Bruce and I've been hanging out with Miley (the white/moo cow girl). Word on the street is that I have a new sweater waiting for me when I get home.
PPS. My mom is the most awesomest Mom ever. We have SO MUCH CARPETS at the new place!!!!!
PPPS. AND SO MUCH YARDS FOR ME TO PEE ALL OVER EVERYTHING!!!!
I'm taking a break from napping to tell you guys a story.
I've been limping since before Christmas. Mom couldn't really do much for me to begin with because we went to home, home for Christmas and I wasn't really limping that badly. Really, I was only limping on the gravel. Then when we got back from NC, Mom waited till the weekend after January 1st to take me to the vet (mostly because holiday hours were kinda crazy to work around). The vet wasn't sure what was going on, but she gave me some Rimydal so I wouldn't hurt. I was supposed to come back in 2 weeks if the limp continued. Mom only waited one week since the limp started happening on paved surfaces as well as on the gravel.
The vet took xrays of my elbow and didn't see anything so said she wasn't sure what was going on and suggested we see an orthopedic vet. I was checked for corns on my pads by Mom, the vet, and Miss Lisa. Nothing. Mom took me this past week to a vet in Solomon's to get a 2nd opinion and this vet suggested doing xrays of my neck and shoulders. The 2nd vet's estimate was $500 which kinda freaked Mom out a lot. Mom called our normal vet and they gave her an estimate of $350, she was slightly happier with that number, but still kinda freaked out.
So now Mom is talking to some of her GEGR folks and see what/who they suggest for orthopedic vets.
She is trying very hard to be reasonable/practical while still trying to get the best care for me. She's a little upset that I won't just tell her the problem, she keeps askin' me though. My limp has gotten worse since it's been wet/rainy, so Mom is worried that maybe it's arthritis.
Vet #2 told Mom I wasn't really in any pain, which kinda helped Mom feel a little better... but not really very much. The Rimydal didn't really do much for me, so everyone is stumped again.
It's too bad I just won't tell Mom what's going on... Dog's gotta have his secrets, yo.
We went to another Prince Frederick meet and greet this weekend.
I got to see my friends Lola, Ripley, Tempy, Booth, Ely, and Scarlet! I also was a treat piggy and tried to eat all the treats that were being offered to any dog other than myself.
It was much funs!
Warning: there's lots of fawn doggies in these pics that Mom took!
Me, Booth (in the blue), and Scarlett.. Miz Tommie was being mean by squeakin' a squeaky toy we couldn't habs.
Ely modeling a potential accessory.
Ely, me, and Booth
Me, Ely, and Booth.. Tempy was laying at our feet and Lola and Ripley are behind us. Also, you have Miz Amber and Miz Tommie!
Ely kept flirting with me...
Mom says Booth has cute earsies!
See?
"The Princess"... I mean.. Scarlett.
We just love treats! Ely, Booth, me, Scarlett, Ripley
We can haz more? Ely, Booth, me, Scarlett
Then, Mom took me to a new vet... I wasn't sure about this place since they had a slippery floor, but I enjoyed meeting all the new people and Mom enjoyed my bill not being over $100 for the first vet visit ever since we've been together. The vet lady that saw me said that she even has Greyhounds from GEGR, so she has a cousin!
The vet lady watched me walk with my limp and checked my foot and then checked my range of motion at my wrist and my elbow and my shoulder. She said that I'd probably hurt my shoulder at some point so I wasn't allowed to do any crazy running or even any extensive walking for TWO WEEKS. She was almost not sure that going into the woods for business was ok because it's about 1/4 of a mile there and back.
On the way to the vets. I was pretty tired.
"Mom, please let me outs so I can go sniffin'."
Mom givin me kisses. I showed her who's boss when I gave the vet lady kisses.... Mom was extremely jealous.
PS. I got to hang out with my other cousins, Noodles and Judge over Christmas. Mom got a bad idea from Aunt Courkie to buy reindeer antlers for me....
This is what shame looks like:
Don't let your humans subject you to this kind of torture. Ensure that everyone sees your tortured, refusing eye contact face. They will not only give you extra treats, but tell your humans that they are mean.
