A little better

I'm feeling more like myself again. Except I puked up an almost fully intact wrapper the other night. Man, it felt good to get that out. At least I'm not getting Mommy and Daddy up several times a night anymore. I'll be back after my Thanksgiving adventure at Grandma's and Grandpa's.

I Don't Feel So Good

Ugh. My tummy is distended and gurgly and I've been a little lethargic today. And I have the runs. Yuck. But I could really go for some peanut butter right now...

I'm in Trouble

I was a bad boy. And I think I'm going to be grounded for a while. But it wasn't my fault, really. How many times do I have to tell everyone that I'm a dog and if I have the choice, I'm going to act like one. So here's what happened:

Daddy got a shipment of several boxes from Weight Watchers (WW). They piled them by the front door while they went to get dinner. Little did they know, one of those boxes contained several boxes of WW snack bars. And several of those bars were peanut butter chocolate chip flavor. That's right, I said peanut butter. And you all know how I feel about that sweet, sweet spread. Well, they must have thought it was just another box of pamphlets so they left it by the door when they left. But I know better. I'm a hound and even under all those layers of cardboard, individual boxes and wrappers I could tell what was in there. And I wasn't about to let such a good opportunity pass me by. So after they left, I tore into that box. It took me a while to get through the cardboard and tape, but once I got past that, I was home free. Inside were several boxes of bars of various flavors of bars. Since I have such a great nose, I could pick out the peanut butter boxes and leave all the other flavors behind. And man, was it good. But then they came home and saw the carnage spread across the living room. And they were not happy. And then they found the two half-eaten bars I had hidden behind the sofa cushions. I was not happy about that. I was planning on eating those later. Mommy sat me down and told me how disappointed she was in me. I feel bad. I've been slinking around the house out of guilt. And my belly is really big. But I'm sure I'll be hungry in an hour. Can I have a snack?

It's off! It's off!!

Finally! You don't know what I've been through this past week and a half. I wake up in the doctor's office with this plastic contraption wrapped around my head and yet another shaved leg. Why are they torturing me? I feel like my head's stuck in a toilet bowl. I spend all week trying to get around without getting that stupid cone caught on something and let me tell you, it wasn't easy. There were many mishaps, including one where I tried to jump up on the couch, caught the cone on the edge, and fell backward onto the hardwood floors and hit my head on the coffee table. I guess I should be happy that damn cone helped cushion the blow. I couldn't take my morning baths all week (as you all know, I prefer to bathe myself daily, a la cat by licking my paws and wiping my face and just generally getting clean to start my day). My fur was neglected, my eyes were runny and red and I couldn't scratch my ears. I don't know if you all understand what torture that is to have an itch that you can't scratch. Man. But I couldn't get my stitches out for 10 days so I had to wear the cone. And 10 days is today. But it's Sunday and they're not open. But Mommy, being the generous person she is, decided to take it off since she was going to be home studying and could watch me like a hawk. But that also means that every time I try to go for my butt, she yells "no!" and I have to stop. But that's ok. Because I am currently spending the rest of today rubbing my eyes, licking my paws, scratching my ears and just enjoying the fact that I can curl up on the couch without trying to figure out how to work around the cone. And soon, I will be licking my butt again to my heart's content. I can't wait!

Halloween Scare

Boy, was Halloween fun. Daddy was at work so Mommy put me in my costume and tied my leash around the coffee table so I couldn't run out the door every time she opened it for trick or treaters. Which sucked because I love people and wanted to sniff everyone. And maybe steal their candy. But that's beside the point. This year I was the Gorton's Fisherman since I already had the costume.



Then, the next day I went for my surgery. It went ok but when I woke up they had me in this ridiculous contraption. I was not happy. Remember the last time I had to wear this?



Why do they do this to me? They said it was so I wouldn't mess with my stitches. But I think they just wanted to humiliate me once again. Plus, if I want, I can just drag my butt across the carpet all day long to my heart's content. But I won't let it slow me down. I can still play with my toys and be a normal dog.



Even if I can't see what I'm doing. But that's what my nose is for. So, the vet called last night with my test results. Turns out the tumor is a hepatoid gland adenoma. The key word is that it's an adenoma, not an adenoCARcinoma. Which means that it's not cancer. Yea!!! The vet said that sometimes they can grow back but I'll just cross my paws and hope it doesn't happen again. Because I can't take this stupid cone again. I may talk tough but in the end, I think this cone's gonna get the better of me. I give up.