The Weatherman Was Right!!!

First, I'd like to thank Daddy for doing such a good job with my last post. He's on another round of antibiotics and his tummy is finally starting to feel better.

I'm very happy to report that it snowed, just like the weatherman said it would! Sometimes they can be wrong, like the time when Aunt Pat and Daddy were young and such a big storm was predicted that they closed just about everything, like the malls and Kodak, early. But, the storm never came! I've missed the snow. Rolling around in the grass just isn't the same as a nice snowdrift. We had some snow Wednesday night, but thankfully it eased up in time for Daddy to take me to my therapy. I've been stiffer the last couple of days and snapped at Chloe the other night, so Daddy called to see if they could take me for an extra therapy session. They gave me a very thorough exam, and gave me a shot of a medication called Adequan. It's supposed to help my arthritis. I have to go back for a shot every four days for a total of eight shots. Aunt Pat had to take me to our regular Vet yesterday afternoon so I could have blood drawn to check my liver and kidney function. It's just a routine check. Me, I enjoyed the extra car ride, and the extra treats.

Chloe had a big day too, yesterday. She went to the Groomer! She was looking a little shaggy, as you can see in her "before" photo.

Here she is in her "after" photo. She was so excited she ran around the back yard like a maniac once she got home.


Chloe had to tell me all the juicy gossip I missed. I'll never tell, of course. I guess it's a good thing I can't speak human.

I Hope Aunt Pat's Not Offended

This past week Daddy hasn't been feeling too well. He's had a bad bug that's hung on, as well as the same tummy trouble I've had. So, I sat down next to him, put my head on his leg, and decided to dictate this blog post to him. Aunt Pat has still been giving me treats and rubbing my tummy, so I don't think she's upset.

Chloe, Aunt Pat, Daddy and I send our best wishes for a speedy recovery to our Groomer, D. She had surgery on her thumb and will be out of work for a while. Chloe and I always look so cute after our appointments. Chloe loves her ribbons and I love my bandannas. We get a lot of TLC when we're there, and we're looking forward to our next appointment.

I had a therapy appointment earlier this week. This new medicine, Tramadol, is helping my arthritis and doesn't upset my stomach the way the aspirin did. The whirlpool is very relaxing and the laser does a nice job on my hips and knees. Being on a diet isn't much fun, but everyone is proud of me for keeping the weight I lost off. I was so relaxed after my last appointment, I fell asleep in the back seat of the car on the ride home. Instead of going once a week, we're seeing if I can go every ten days or so, so our next appointment isn't until next month!

I heard the Weatherman say that I might be back in the snow angel business next week! Most of our snow has melted and there's a lot of grass showing up in the back yard. Tasty, but I miss rolling around in a nice snow pile. Although, now that it's gotten warmer, we're going back out for walkies twice a day. We like to see what's up in the neighborhood. Aunt Pat and Daddy are careful to keep us away from trash and the other "things" we come across, so we don't have any regrets later...if you know what I mean.

The woof, err, roofers came back yesterday to put in some vents, fix some broken shingles-they didn't break the shingles, the shingles were already broken, or installed improperly. They're very nice, and had some nice things to say about us. Thankfully, the noise wasn't as bad this time.

Losing Something...

isn't always a bad thing. In the past year I've lost weight, which is wonderful. This week I also lost something else...the wart that was on top of my head! It had been getting looser the past few weeks. One part had come off already, but the larger part somehow managed to stay on. Everyone knows how much I love to roll around in the snow. Aunt Pat noticed some blood on the snow, and then looked at my head. She'd been out and Chloe and I really wanted to go out after she got home. She noticed it was gone and told Daddy about it.

I'm a little sad about losing...the snow! It's warmed up a lot the past few days and a lot of the snow is melting. There's still some good snow to roll in, and to lick, but it's disappearing by the minute. I know it's the January thaw, and that winter isn't over, but it's still winter, and when it's winter, there's snow. That's all there is to it. I should growl at, err, write a nice letter to a meteorologists at the t.v. stations Daddy and Aunt Pat watch to see what they can do about it. Just move it to April or May and make it the one and only snow melt.

Chloe doesn't share my concern. Sure, she likes to play in the snow and tear through it at full steam when running around the back yard. But, if the warmth means she can go for walkies, she's a happy girl. I guess helping Aunt Pat sort her craft patterns and magazines and napping in her favorite pillow aren't as exciting as she'd like.

I Got Mail!

Yes, me! I'm moving up in the world! I was thrilled to see my name on the prescription bag from Daddy and Aunt Pat's pharmacy. My regular Vet doesn't have it, so they wrote a prescription for me. I'm not sure how I'm going to sign the form on the front of the bag that tells me my rights. The form on the bag says I have to sign. But, I can't hold a pen, since I don't have any thumbs. Daddy signed the form at the pharmacy when he picked up the medication. Maybe we can pick up the next refill on our way home from the Rehab Vet.

But, the other day, Daddy brought the mail inside and there was an envelope addressed to me! It was a birthday card from the Rehab Vet that was signed by everybody!
I didn't even know it was my birthday. Daddy and Aunt Pat didn't know either because there weren't any new presents, hats or cake. I'm adopted, so there's no way of knowing. I have a feeling the humans didn't want to celebrate on New Year's day because it's so close to Christmas. Maybe someday they'll surprise me with cake and presents. Although, come to think about it, Daddy and Aunt Pat surprise us with toys out of the blue, and they give us a lot of treats and tummy rubs. So, I guess you could say that every day is like my birthday.

Happy New Year!!!

We hope everyone had a safe and happy New Year celebration! No, we're not hung over. We're just making up for the naps we didn't get while the roofers were here.

The weather was pretty good last week, so the roofers were able to finish New Years Eve. It's a good thing they finished. We've had a lot of snow the past few days. It turns out there was an extra layer of shingles on the lower level and the rafters were sagging away from the plywood from the weight. One of the guys even put his foot through the plywood! It wasn't my fault, honest! All I did was lay down at Aunt Pat's side when we came back from our walk that afternoon. The foreman pointed me out and then he showed us how he could step right through the sheet of plywood. I know we impressed the roofers with our good behavior.

It's snowed a lot the past couple of days, and it's gotten a lot colder, too. Daddy and Aunt Pat are back shoveling the back yard so we have places to go. We don't always stay in the clear areas, though. Chloe loves to run We haven't been able to go for walkies, either. We've been doing some exercises in the house, following Aunt Pat all over which isn't the same as a good stroll. But, it's so cold out, we don't like staying out for too long, either. I'm enjoying having enough snow to eat and to make some really good snow dog angels.

Chloe's been so excited about the snow, too. She's been running around the back, both in the shoveled areas, but also in the areas that the humans haven't shoveled.

She's been at the back fence barking for Zeke, the dog who lives next to the G's. She likes to run to the fence, and then run back and forth while he does the same thing on his side of the fence. He hasn't been out much, so Chloe will stand at the back fence and bark at the G's house. They don't come out, either. By that time we're all ready to come back inside and warm up.