I'm doing well, it's The Girl's fault

Wrooo, evfurrybody!  I just snuck onto The Girl's laptop to quickly write a message to let evfurryone know I am okay.  I got better after my trip to the V-E-T this summer -- I had to spend a couple of nights there with something called an IV.  Then I got feeling better bit by bit.

At the same time, The Girl was going through her own medical drama.  Wroo.  She's had what she calls "health issues", and she thinks that excuses the blatant lack of posting on my bloggy.  I am sorry for any of my furiends who might have been wondering how I have been doing... and Girlie is sorry, too.  I am totally back to my usual healthy self, and Girlie is doing okay, too.  But we haven't been visiting anybody's bloggies at all in MONTHS, and you've seen that she's not letting me write on my own bloggy.  I am hoping that The Girl will get back to our normal routine soon.  At least she's walking me again!

Thanks for all of the thoughts and doggy vibes that you all were sending before.  They helped, for sure!

I'll try to sneak back onto the laptop soon and do another post.  Wroo to you all!

Follow up message from The Girl

Good news!  Dannan is home!!!  He has a urinary tract infection and antibiotics to take care of it.  He was on an IV since Monday, so his pancreas and kidneys seem to be back to normal.  He is happy to be home at last, and I am SO happy that he is back with me!  Thank you for all of your good thoughts and prayers for us -- I know they made a difference!  The Power of the Paw is mighty!!!

Message from The Girl

Everyone, Dannan and I could use your help and the Power of the Paw.  Dannan went in to the V-E-T yesterday after several days of vomiting.  He was dehydrated, and both his pancreas and his kidneys were at least a little bit affected.  We're still not sure what's going on with him;  he's spent the night at the V-E-T and we're waiting to hear back from them.  Please send out good thoughts for my boy, pray if that's what you do, and keep us in your thoughts.  I will update the blog when I know more.  Thank you to all of our furends.

Might not be around for a bit...

Wroo, furends!  I just wanted to let you all know that I might not be posting much for a couple of weeks (after it took SO long to finally get That Girl to let me post again!).  The Girl is undergoing some new treatments for her brain sickies, and it might take a lot out of her.  I am just hoping that she gets feeling ever so much better!

I'll post when I can!  I am busy taking good care of My Girlie, but I'll try to sneak onto the bloggy if I can.

I got a Facebook page!!!

One all of my very own!!!  Come see it here!  If you're on facebook, I'd love to be furends!

And here's a picture of me - just because!  Wroo!

Bully stick!!!

Wroo!  The other day, The Girl and My Nanny went away for a while.  They do that sometimes, and I am always sad when I don't get to go.  I miss My Girlie when she's not here, you know.

But then they came home (and I was SO happy to see them!) and GIRLIE BROUGHT ME A BULLY STICK!!!!!!

(I really love bully sticks!  I am a super-strong chewer, so The Girl gets me the thickest ones she can find.  Then, once a bully stick gets down to about four inches long, someone has to take it away from me, because I will swallow it.) 

Chewing bully sticks is my hobby, I've decided.  The Girl was saying the other day that someone she volunteers with was asking her what her hobbies are, and I decided that I need a hobby or two myself.  Hobby number one, chewing bully sticks!

Sorry about the oogy colours on these pictures.  The Girl is trying to figure out how to use her new camera.  (Note from The Girl: I suppose I could read the manual, but so far I've just been experimenting.)  And she informs me that it is hard to get good pictures of me chewing that don't all look the same!

Wednesday Woe

That Girl tortured me today!  We got up (much later than I would like to get up, as usual), and I told her that it was my day to walk.  She dawdled around, drinking tea and reading newspapers and eating breakfast, which she always does before we walk.  But then, she went on that stupid laptop!  She's not supposed to do that until after we walk.  She kept saying, "It's raining, Woogie", but I never buy that excuse.  I kept telling her, it's my day, it's my day, it's my day!

(Note from The Girl:  He was really being a pain.  Insisting that it was time to go for our walk.  So we went.)

Furends, it was absolutely POURING down with rain!  I have always been of the firm conviction that Little Brown Dogs melt if they get wet.  This year, I've experimented with walking when there has been a light drizzle, and I have survived.  But today, the rain was TORTUROUS.  I was certain I was going to die.

(Note from The Girl:  He wasn't going to die, obviously.  And he walked just fine for ten minutes or so, and then he decided he wasn't going to move anymore, at all.  He didn't want to go forward, and he didn't want to go back.  So I did coax him along, I have to admit.  There really wasn't any other option, although I do appreciate that he didn't get that.)

There are no pictures of my ordeal, because That Girl said that it was raining too hard to take out her new camera.  CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT?????  It was raining too hard to take out the camera, but it wasn't raining too hard to take out the Little Brown Dog??? 

There are only pictures of me in the aftermath of this torture.

Look at how wet and ruffly my fur is!  The indignity of it all!

I boycotted The Girl until suppertime.  I hope she learned her lesson!  I even cuddled with my Nanny this afternoon, right in front of That Girl!

(Final Note from The Girl:  I did feel very bad that he got so wet.  It was raining harder than I thought it was, and when he was willing to walk, I thought it was going to be okay.  But he did get soaked.  I have apologized many times today!)