tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63378994137910209792012-03-21T01:48:40.123-07:00The Story of Dogs Living in the Suburban WildsPathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.comBlogger2761100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-83695887582003371672012-03-18T17:38:00.002-07:002012-03-18T17:38:22.939-07:00

Yes, I know we're a day late, but we were rather busy yesterday.  We hope everyone had a lovely day, and that the luck of the Irish was with you.  And no, Daddy didn't put any Guinness in our water bowls.  We were exhausted!  Aunt Pat had a craft show yesterday, so she put me, err Daddy was in charge.  Daddy removed a couple of dead shrubs from the front of the house, so I supervised him tying

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-10938058116779879072012-03-08T08:02:00.000-08:002012-03-08T08:04:11.008-08:00

No, Aunt Pat isn't mad at Daddy.  I'm referring to my dear brother Freddy.  I love him, I really do, but sometimes he can be a little annoying.  I like a slow start to my morning.  Some mornings I love to stay in bed with Aunt Pat and enjoy a nice tummy rub.  But, Freddy's an early bird, err, dog.  He's up promptly at 6:15, jingling his tags.  Once he shakes himself out, he'll come into Aunt

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-83123989398434660802012-02-11T18:34:00.000-08:002012-02-11T18:35:06.392-08:00

Yep, you heard it here first, ladies and gentlemen, the holiday we know as Groundhog Day, and it's weather forecasting rodent are a fake!  When  the big day came around, we all heard that Punxsutawney Phil had seen his shadow, and therefore, six more weeks of winter were to come.  Well, we haven't had that bad of a winter, so I didn't think it was unreasonable that we would get some winter

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-49043609066748960672012-02-07T17:50:00.000-08:002012-02-07T17:50:55.987-08:00

Daddy and Aunt Pat took me to the Vet today.  I got a shot for distemper and didn't even flinch!  Of course I didn't flinch.  My temper is quite wonderful, thank you very much.  Granted, I didn't appreciate the doctor looking in my ears or at my teeth, but I was a good girl.  It was so good to see our friends at the Vet's office again. I've even lost some weight since my last visit.  I do have

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-87125909938427514682012-01-17T17:57:00.000-08:002012-01-17T17:57:38.077-08:00

 Aunt Pat took Freddy and I over to see his Breeder/first people yesterday.  Thankfully it got a little warmer before we left the house, so we could spend a little time outside.  We've been spending a lot of time huddling for warmth...actually it's not that cold inside the house, we both like this dog bed and I really wanted to lay in it, too!  Freddy is a real gentleman, err, gentledog.  He

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-45056219076974298212012-01-15T17:11:00.000-08:002012-01-15T17:11:51.112-08:00

We hope everyone is having a wonderful 2012!  Our New Year's celebration was quiet.  We were all in bed early.  I didn't want to be up when the ball dropped.  I'm just looking out for Freddy, you know.  He's not stupid, but I didn't want any accidents happening with the television.  His ears perked up when he heard people talking about the ball dropping, so I wanted to be sure he wasn't too

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-64647077318305651372011-12-25T18:37:00.000-08:002011-12-26T04:35:56.369-08:00

  Santa came last night!  I was so relieved this morning when we got up and found this under the tree!  No, not all of the gifts were for us.  There were some presents for Daddy and Aunt Pat beneath the tree, too. We got lots of toys!  Freddy was able to get the squeakers out of a couple of them not too long after we opened them.  He was just so enthusiastic and grateful for the gifts.  

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-17446861667309434972011-12-24T19:03:00.000-08:002011-12-24T19:03:53.588-08:00

 We hope everyone is enjoying their Christmas Eve.  Freddy and I are eagerly awaiting the arrival of Santa Claus.  I told Freddy we didn't have to be that obvious about it.  I told him that we still had to be good and later tonight we'll have to be all snug in our beds, or Santa won't come!  I hope Aunt Pat can lure him upstairs with a Charlee Bear.  I know Freddy apologized to Santa

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-71273164254342274272011-12-20T12:11:00.000-08:002011-12-20T18:41:03.723-08:00

  It is with great sadness that I have to report the passing of Freddy's mother, Gracie. We hadn't known her for very long, but it was obvious from the moment we met her that she was special.  She was very calm, gentle, and very sweet.  She seemed to remember Freddy right away when they sniffed each other, and ended up licking each others muzzles.  She remained very calm when Chloe aka Miss

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-44650041145018683522011-12-06T10:19:00.001-08:002011-12-06T11:35:08.887-08:00

  I know, it's a little, well, a lot late.  We hope everyone had a lovely Thanksgiving. Aunt Pat's hard drive crashed-funny, I didn't hear anything. But, Aunt Pat said that it's not the same thing as a car crash or something crashing to the floor when Freddy's tail gets wagging too hard. I don't know about that, I heard some choice language coming from Aunt Pat that isn't repeatable.  Anyway,

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-26587822847925106982011-11-12T16:19:00.001-08:002011-11-12T18:14:21.552-08:00

No, that's not Freddy.  That's Freddy's mother, Gracie.  When Daddy and Aunt Pat took us to the groomer the last time, she recognized Freddy as a puppy some of her friends had raised..  I can't tell you how happy Daddy and Aunt Pat were when Freddy's breeders called.  They came over once while Daddy was working, and said they'd love to bring his mother over to visit.  They're very nice

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-56825674189001211762011-11-10T17:04:00.001-08:002011-11-10T18:11:25.009-08:00

I am too!  Daddy and Aunt Pat have been taking Freddy to see the same Rehab Vet that took care of Heidi. He's limping and favoring his left leg, and the humans thought he might have some arthritis like Heidi did.  The doctor did an evaluation, and it turns out he probably has some trouble with the ligaments in his left knee.  His right knee may be a little troubled, but for now, it's okay.   He's

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-29847424622996625492011-11-02T08:40:00.000-07:002011-11-02T10:28:50.341-07:00

that it'll probably take two posts to get it all in!    I've been a little sad at Tony's passing.  He was a very dear friend of mine, and I miss seeing and sniffing him along our walks.  The humans have been giving me some time to adjust.  I appreciate that, especially since it's been an eventful couple of weeks. With Freddy's help, I'm feeling up to posting again.  He'll bring a

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-59778431592088927212011-10-19T18:48:00.000-07:002011-10-19T18:48:57.330-07:00

 This is Aunt Pat taking over for this post.  Chloe will be back tomorrow with a new post.  We are sorry to announce the passing of our friend across the street, Tony.  You may remember his visit with us in August of 2009 when his owners went away for the weekend.  In his enthusiasm to see us, he jumped up and accidentally locked the kitchen door when we took him outside.  We couldn't get back

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-8776110668059776742011-10-08T18:09:00.000-07:002011-10-08T18:09:53.032-07:00

Freddy's been with us for three weeks now, and he's making himself right at home.  I've been doing everything I can to make him feel more comfortable, and he seems to appreciate it.  He certainly licks my muzzle often enough, especially when we're both draped across Aunt Pat's lap or we're playing.  Freddy likes to play with me, which I'm really enjoying.  We'll run around after each

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-55175113397027636112011-09-25T16:49:00.000-07:002011-09-25T16:49:38.278-07:00

 Okay, and every boy needs, too.  A day at the spa, err, Groomer!  As you can see from my before photo, I was a little, well, more than a little scruffy.  But a morning of pampering resulted in this:   They always do such a lovely job.  I am wearing two bows in this photo, it's just at a jaunty angle.  The other is a little more towards the rear.      This is Freddy's "before" photo. 

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-26213970818619260322011-09-17T18:06:00.000-07:002011-09-17T18:43:31.613-07:00

my new brother, Freddy!  He's a 7 year old Yellow Labrador Retriever.  Same breed as Heidi was, but he's a guy, and he's a different color.  Our Vet connected us with his human. She's having some health problems and needed to find him a good home.  So, they recommended us!  So, she brought him over here a couple of weeks ago, and then, last weekend, we went to his house to visit!  He's a very

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-54809695681471228112011-09-13T11:06:00.000-07:002011-09-13T11:07:01.265-07:00

Aunt Pat and I took advantage of some nice weather to do some end of the season gardening.  I ate, err we picked the rest of the beans.  But, there are still some carrots left, and the strawberries need some tending.  The carrots are delicious, if I do say so myself.    I haven't found any strawberries in a while.  Aunt Pat said it was due to the really hot summer we had.  They're

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-21619191695920996872011-09-04T08:14:00.000-07:002011-09-04T08:14:31.023-07:00

The weather's been so nice, so the best thing to do is to get out and enjoy it!  It won't be long until it gets colder and the snow starts to fall.  The humans have been taking me out for more frequent walkies, which has been nice.  We've met more neighbors and their dogs.  Last night when Daddy had me out for walkies, we saw our neighbor who was walking a lovely Springer Spaniel.  I was

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-71190062199452193802011-08-06T18:57:00.000-07:002011-08-06T18:57:12.481-07:00

  ...but a doggies work is never done!  For the last couple of weeks, there has been a lot of commotion around here. The town hired people to dig up some of the sidewalks and gutters, and to replace them.  Obviously, the workers had their own foreman to supervise them.  But someone from the street needed to step up and make sure the work was done to my, err, our-everyone who lives in the

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-47431751279384266662011-07-23T17:49:00.000-07:002011-07-23T17:49:54.005-07:00

...with a haircut!  Well, it's more than just a haircut.  Daddy dropped me off at the Groomer the other day and I had a lovely bath and pampering. As you can see from my "before" photo, I needed it!  Here's my "after" photo. As you can see, I was very happy afterwards.  I've been able to enjoy a little time outside a lot more with all that extra hair off.  But not much, though.  Daddy and Aunt

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-36213602286257716572011-07-17T17:09:00.000-07:002011-07-17T17:10:21.869-07:00

I hope everyone is staying cool on this hot, hot day!  This heat is supposed to last all week.  So,  since we can't go walkies as much, I forced, err, I persuaded Aunt Pat to catch everyone up on some of the happenings around here.  You'll be seeing more frequent posts this week.  Anyway, as you can see from the above photo, I have some new jewelry.  No, I'm not talking about the yellow ID tag. 

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-14657838946425462022011-07-11T17:53:00.000-07:002011-07-11T17:53:39.496-07:00

...to have a garden, I prove that yes, dogs can remember things.  Every summer, Aunt Pat plants vegetables in the back yard.  In the past, she showed us what she grew, and gave us samples.  Well, Heidi and I were hooked after that.  Heidi showed me how to pick the beans off the plants...and pull the plants out of the ground if they weren't producing, as well as dig up carrots.  This season, Aunt

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-53011321443836104062011-07-02T18:44:00.000-07:002011-07-02T18:44:01.569-07:00

We hope you're all having a lovely holiday weekend celebrating our hard fought independence.  I've been quite busy helping Aunt Pat in the garden, taking Daddy for walkies, and meeting so many new dogs and people in the neighborhood.   Daddy came home from getting his and Aunt Pat's dinner recently with a package for Aunt Pat.  His artist friend that did the drawing of all of us from the

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-13021660751947590632011-06-18T17:18:00.000-07:002011-06-18T17:18:59.106-07:00

Tuesday, Aunt Pat and I were in the back yard.  I was eating...er, checking the bean plants to see how they were doing, when we heard a "thunk" from the front of the house.  It sounded like what happens when the Mailman delivers a package. Of course I ran to the gate and started to bark, and we both went inside.  I took up my usual position on the table in front of the window while Aunt Pat went

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-65361663597938379972011-05-25T18:40:00.000-07:002011-05-25T18:40:55.099-07:00

Last Wednesday, Daddy dropped me off at the Groomer!  We were a little late, but it wasn't my fault.  Daddy had written the wrong time in his calendar, so it was straight from walkies to the car!  It was so nice to have a day of pampering after everything that's happened, but I felt a little bad about leaving Daddy and Aunt Pat.  They're still pretty sad, but they're starting to feel better. 

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-90638626643706803842011-05-17T07:28:00.000-07:002011-05-17T07:28:05.045-07:00

This is Aunt Pat. Chloe will return to blogging with the next post.   I'm sorry to inform you that Heidi joined Katie and Nikki at the Rainbow Bridge this morning.  She was holding her own in the hospital Saturday, and her urine looked like the infection was clearing.  Unfortunately, Sunday, she stopped eating, and drinking, and started vomiting again.  She didn't improve with the steroids, as

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-43136477085509006572011-05-14T18:46:00.000-07:002011-05-14T18:47:02.393-07:00

  It's up to me to take care of the humans.  Heidi's back in the hospital for a couple of days so she can get IV fluids and antibiotics to clear up her kidney infection.  The Vet thinks she also has something called Irritable Bowel Disease that can be managed with medication. But, the medication suppresses her immune system, so she has to be infection free before the medication can start. She

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-15860021293194826252011-05-10T17:25:00.000-07:002011-05-10T17:25:13.275-07:00

...and I passed!  I didn't even study for it!  I don't recommend not studying, though, especially if you're in school.  This wasn't a school test, this was an ultrasound of my tummy.  When our Vet took my x-ray last week, things didn't look right.  He thought there might be fluid in there, or something else.  So, he really thought I should have the test.  I enjoyed a longer car ride.  We had to

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-46864188740697032532011-05-07T18:30:00.000-07:002011-05-07T18:41:49.051-07:00

 First off, I want to thank Chloe for dictating the update to Aunt Pat during my recent hospital stay.  She kept a good eye on everything, and cuddled with both Daddy and Aunt Pat to comfort them while I was gone.  She was so happy to see me, she ran out into the back yard to greet me when I got home.  It almost got a little awkward because I was looking for a spot to, well, you know.  IV fluids

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-8796309925607752822011-05-05T18:26:00.000-07:002011-05-05T18:26:40.301-07:00

Chloe here, subbing for Heidi.  She's been feeling rather punky lately.  She stopped having diarrhea, but then started throwing up again.  So, she went to the Vet earlier this week for some blood tests, which didn't look too bad.  But, the protein levels were low, and her red cell count was a little lower than before.  So, Daddy got a urine and stool sample from her today.  The urine sample

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-62142943299407706582011-04-20T12:42:00.000-07:002011-04-20T12:42:22.299-07:00

 What a difference a good bath makes!  It's taken a while, but I'm finally starting to feel better.  I'm not having the the gas or diarrhea that I have been, which is a relief...both for me and the humans.  Aunt Pat told me my gas smelled so bad it could be classified as a weapon of mass destruction.  I gave her a look, but didn't growl at her.  I had a little setback at the end of last week, but

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-14214506954747629122011-04-06T13:49:00.000-07:002011-04-06T13:49:43.969-07:00

Yes, it's not a mirage, I'm eating out of one of Daddy and Aunt Pat's salad bowls.  And no, I didn't get up in the cupboard and get it out myself because I'm sick of eating out of a dog bowl.  Daddy had nuked my dinner in the microwave and just gave it to me in this bowl instead.  We all know you can't stick a metal bowl in the microwave, because it can cause arching and can damage the microwave.

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-31564143529244482352011-03-14T12:29:00.000-07:002011-03-14T12:29:53.455-07:00

It's March, and Spring is quickly approaching.  We, well, Daddy and Aunt Pat set the clocks ahead this Saturday night so we could "Spring Ahead".  I don't like missing an hour of sleep, and neither do the humans.  At least I can take an extra nap during the day.  The humans should, but they don't.  It's not like Chloe and I don't try to get them to take our lead.  If Daddy's upstairs reading in

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-8642066595346995392011-02-10T12:45:00.000-08:002011-02-10T12:45:10.733-08:00

      I was right, at least so far, about there being six more weeks of winter.  It's been very cold the last few days, so Daddy and Aunt Pat won't take us for walks.  They don't want us to get sick or hurt from the cold or ice.  Chloe isn't thrilled.  She loves her walkies.  Once Aunt Pat is dressed, Chloe will stomp her paws, whine and scurry around the bathroom until Aunt Pat is done cleaning

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-24378622283322476942011-02-02T18:59:00.000-08:002011-02-02T18:59:53.713-08:00

Yes, GroundDOG day, not Groundhog day!  What does some oversized rat know about meteorology anyway?  I know more about weather forecasting than that Staten Island Chuck or that Punxsutawney Phil combined.  I watch the Weather Channel, as well as our local meteorologists on all three stations!  They're a wealth of information.  I can tell you what causes Lake Effect snow; how tornadoes form in

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-25402637055441599782011-01-27T17:25:00.000-08:002011-01-27T17:25:12.800-08:00

Tuesday night, Chloe and I watched the President Bark...err, Barack Obama give the State of the Union address with Aunt Pat.  Aunt Pat would say we slept through it, but I respectfully disagree.  It may have looked like we were sleeping, but we were awake.  When Chloe heard the President talk about energy, and the need for clean energy, she perked up.  Her got real perky, she rolled over a little

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-69036005832867820212011-01-21T17:46:00.000-08:002011-01-21T17:46:54.847-08:00

First and foremost, we'd like to extend our best wishes for a speedy recovery to our Groomer, D.  She had paw, err, foot surgery and we hope she feels better soon.  I was told yesterday I had big feet.  They were trimming my nails at the Rehab Vet and somebody commented on how big my feet were.  I wasn't upset.   I didn't take it as an insult.  Plus, the person who said this was giving  me a

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-85762742430925520272011-01-12T18:33:00.000-08:002011-01-12T18:33:35.689-08:00

 We're a lot like humans, we watch what we eat.  Aunt Pat would argue that it isn't the same.  Chloe and I watch just about anything:  kibble, Charlee Bears, paper, grass, dirt, and stuff we find on our walkies, like hamburger bun pieces, pizza crusts fragments, and a bread stick Chloe found in a snow drift, go into our mouths and into our stomachs.  Aunt Pat says that watching what you eat

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-24728263447189671442010-12-31T16:40:00.000-08:002010-12-31T16:40:55.246-08:00

We hope everyone has a very happy and safe New Years celebration.  Please, if you're going out, don't drink alcohol and drive.  Have a designated driver.  We want you to be alive to read all about us.  We'll be spending our New Years at home, spending time with Daddy and Aunt Pat.  We left New Years Eve greetings on our last walk of 2010. And I'm celebrating the "lasts" of 2010.  It's been

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-28551759497286450972010-12-25T17:32:00.000-08:002010-12-26T04:41:57.414-08:00

Chloe and I would like to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas!  We hope the blessings of the season will be yours throughout the year.  I did a naughty on the carpet last night.  I couldn't help it.  It's hard to be sure I get enough grass in my diet this time of year.  Since the grass is frozen, I get more dirt, too, which can upset my tummy.  Well, I was so excited last night about Santa

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-84838598436223517212010-12-19T17:13:00.000-08:002010-12-19T17:13:13.786-08:00

Ever since Daddy and Aunt Pat took us to see Santa, Chloe can't wait until the big guy makes his visit.  I'm sure she wasn't expecting him to come this early.  She knows Christmas is the 25th.  That's less than a week away!  I hope your shopping is finished.  We told Daddy and Aunt Pat what we wanted them to buy from us to give to each other.  We'd love to go shopping, but the only store

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-6848326574809611772010-11-26T15:41:00.000-08:002010-11-26T15:41:04.133-08:00

Today was the big day!  Daddy and Aunt Pat took Chloe and me out to the local Humane Society for our yearly Christmas photos and a one on one with the man himself!  That's right!  The one and only Santa Claus gave me some nice pats on my head!  He wasn't even on duty yet!  We got there a little early and were waiting in the hallway while the nice folks were getting everything fine tuned.  Aunt

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-41084109247976655252010-11-25T17:00:00.000-08:002010-11-25T17:00:05.188-08:00

 We'd like to wish everyone a very Happy Thanksgiving!  Chloe and I have a lot to be thankful for-good food, even though I'm still on a diet; great Vet care; good health,  and most of all, a very loving home.  Of course, I love my Charlee Bears and we both love our tummy rubs and walkies.   Today, food is the main event, which is one reason Chloe and I really like Thanksgiving.  Chloe and I

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-82824270200371698542010-11-18T17:16:00.000-08:002010-11-18T17:16:34.885-08:00

 a dog!  We've been very busy since Halloween.  The Rehab Vet gave us new exercises to do and told Daddy that we should be increasing my walking distance.  That's fine with me.  I never liked it when Aunt Pat would take me home after walking both Chloe and I, and then she'd go back out with Chloe for a longer walk.  Aunt Pat said she could hear me barking, err, complaining down the street.  Or,

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-18826823375366209642010-10-31T16:47:00.000-07:002010-10-31T17:10:06.260-07:00

Happy Howl-o-ween!   Chloe and I  were very excited yesterday.  I know, dogs don't normally go trick or treating.  But,  we thought that since we just had our teeth cleaned, Aunt Pat or Daddy might take us out.  The people at the Rehab Vet said how nice and clean my teeth looked, so naturally I thought the rest of the neighborhood would want to see...and give us treats.  Guess not.  We'll be

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-7643088928715629702010-10-20T05:29:00.000-07:002010-10-20T05:34:40.605-07:00

but not everybody likes to go to the Dentist.  Monday, Daddy leashed up Chloe and me, and told us we were going for a car ride.  You know I love car rides.  Put me in the back seat and I'm a happy girl.  Well, I got excited about a nice long drive.    I know Daddy had to go to work, but one nice thing about living here, is that you don't have to drive too far to sniff, err, see some nice scenery.

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-22796502349371923562010-10-03T17:46:00.000-07:002010-10-03T17:46:33.726-07:00

when you really don't want it to?  Take last Thursday.  It poured.  I don't mind getting wet too much, heck, I am a water dog.  But, Chloe hates it when it rains.  If we get caught in a shower on our walk, she runs around the house like a maniac.  She rubs herself on the rug, and on the furniture to dry off.  Daddy and Aunt Pat have to chase her around the room to towel her off.  I don't know why

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-17458386736796483992010-09-25T17:41:00.000-07:002010-09-25T17:43:58.871-07:00

Daddy had a milestone birthday on Thursday.  He turned 50, which is basically 7 in dog years.  His co-workers  put these balloons on his desk and gave him a bag full of "old age" related novelty items-like a beer stein sippy cup, a pill holder, a "Caution, Senior Moment in Progress" sign...you get the idea.  7 is still a puppy.  I'm older than that and I'm not over the hill.  We're not even close

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-22089211290905088362010-09-20T16:43:00.000-07:002010-09-20T16:43:50.961-07:00

Chloe and I got to go for a joyride the other day!  No, we didn't drive.  Chloe can't reach the pedals and although I could if I sat properly, it's hard to grip the steering wheel without thumbs.  But, I figured out to get Aunt Pat to take us out.  It was easier than I thought. Aunt Pat went outside into the garage.   I just followed her out of the kitchen door without her realizing it.  She

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-68757381343228022622010-09-05T16:56:00.000-07:002010-09-05T16:56:15.402-07:00

Chloe and I hope everyone has been having a wonderful holiday weekend!  This is the last hurrah of summer, and the last time to take a summer vacation before school starts.  At least that's what Chloe and I've heard all over the television the last couple of weeks.  So, Chloe and I decided to give Aunt Pat a vacation.  Just from the blog, though.  We're still spending quality time together on our

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-13847057226129545412010-08-20T17:16:00.000-07:002010-08-20T17:16:38.506-07:00

I love this time of year!  The garden is in full bloom, and we're harvesting...well, we would be harvesting carrots and beans if Chloe and I hadn't eaten all the plants and carrot sprouts.  Aunt Pat is happy that at least we won't touch the lettuce and spinach.  We...okay, I tried it and didn't like it, so I spat them out.  Whatever I eat, Chloe has to try, so she's not a fan, either.  She'll

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-52050425609457277832010-08-14T16:54:00.000-07:002010-08-14T16:54:08.454-07:00

since Aunt Pat took us to the Groomer on Thursday, I haven't felt up to posting about it.  Chloe and I love to see everybody, sniff the latest gossip, get pampered, and have a nice break from our humans.  Yes, we love Daddy and Aunt Pat,  but sometimes it's nice to have a little "me" time. I'm sure the same is true for the humans, too.  We had so much fun!  We got there before D, our dear friend

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-49401183549233932082010-08-10T17:44:00.000-07:002010-08-10T17:45:46.661-07:00

When the UPS man pulls up in his big brown truck, it's normally a package for Daddy or Aunt Pat.  But yesterday, it was for me!  Granted, it was addressed to Aunt Pat, but it was really for me.  Daddy went out and helped the guy because there were two big boxes!  I was so excited, I even got up from the sofa and barked!  I don't always get excited about stuff like that, since that time of the

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-4846314585706484002010-08-02T17:02:00.000-07:002010-08-02T17:02:15.290-07:00

The humans think I tweaked my groin muscle again, but they're not sure how I did it.  I needed a lot of persuading to come up the stairs to the bedrooms Saturday night.  Usually I'll get a couple of extra treats and maybe a massage if it's been raining or really humid to persuade me to come up at bedtime.  If I need extra pain medication at bedtime I'll get that as well.  But, Saturday and last

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-58464785431803025802010-07-22T17:30:00.000-07:002010-07-22T17:30:18.039-07:00

our little Katie went to the Rainbow Bridge.  Although we miss her, we know she's in a better place...laying on her back in the sun; enjoying all the tummy rubs she wants; eating all the kibble or human snackies she wants without any tummy upset or gaining an ounce!  They say everyone leaves a legacy, something that they give to the next generation. Katie's legacy lies in the lessons she taught

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-81431207916446474782010-07-21T16:22:00.000-07:002010-07-21T16:22:54.261-07:00

Chloe's been practicing her Houdini impression the last few days. When Chloe and I went to the Groomer a couple of weeks ago, that Chloe got so excited, she slipped out of her harness.  Daddy was very scared, but he found Chloe sitting at the door of the shop, waiting to go inside.  Daddy and Aunt Pat thought it might have been a one-time occurrence, but it wasn't.  One morning Aunt Pat had us

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-35358490465380194882010-07-12T11:55:00.000-07:002010-07-12T16:24:25.726-07:00

It was very hot here last week, and we made sure we kept cool.  We've been taking shorter walks in the mornings, and I'm not going out for a  second walk in the evening.  Chloe is such a stickler for routine, she puts up a real stink if Aunt Pat tells her it's too hot. So, Aunt Pat's been leashing her up and taking Chloe around the front yard.   It cooled off a bit last Friday, but it was

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-44705929336748352652010-07-04T11:38:00.000-07:002010-07-04T16:09:38.170-07:00

We'd like to wish everyone a very happy Fourth of July.  Our founding fathers (and mothers, and their dogs) founded this country on the principles of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.  We feel these principles apply not only to humans, but also to animals...and reptiles.  Sometimes animals, like bears, get into trouble and have to be moved elsewhere for everybody's safety.  Aunt Pat

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-41186208415568537452010-07-02T11:57:00.000-07:002010-07-02T18:01:02.240-07:00

just in time for the hot weather.  It's supposed to get really hot and muggy this weekend, so we're very happy that Daddy dropped us off at the Groomer yesterday!  You can see, Chloe really needed a haircut.  Here's her "after" photo.  Gotta love the red, white and blue bows in her hair.  So patriotic for the upcoming holiday.  Chloe was so excited to get there, she slipped out of the harness

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-50989455762338870082010-06-30T14:10:00.000-07:002010-06-30T14:10:25.800-07:00

I think the dog days of summer are here a bit early.  We've had a few days of hot and muggy weather, and the humans aren't the only ones having bad hair days.  Chloe's gotten extra curly hair.  Her coat is naturally curly to begin with, but it's gotten a lot curlier with the extra moisture in the air.  I'm shedding a little, and I have a little more wave near my legs and on my tummy.  Aunt Pat's

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-69655912197660451082010-06-27T17:08:00.000-07:002010-06-27T17:08:21.194-07:00

...and speaking of time, Chloe has a keen sense of what time.  We all love routine,  but Chloe is a stickler to ours, especially when it comes to our walks.  Once we have our breakfast, we'll go outside for potties, and then we'll go upstairs and nap while Aunt Pat has her breakfast.  Then, I'll go in the bathroom to make sure Aunt Pat is safe in the shower.  We all know that the most accidents

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when they go out.  Chloe and I know they'll come back, but that doesn't mean we don't miss them.  Chloe and I have our usual routine.  I usually go to the door when someone leaves and give them my "What? You're leaving without me?" look.  It's my last hope that I can convince someone to take me with them.  I love car rides.  But, since that doesn't work much, I usually take my position on the

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-47914969062451463442010-06-06T17:04:00.000-07:002010-06-06T17:04:53.461-07:00

I'm not talking about dreams of making it big in show business, or running for President someday like humans do...although having Daddy or Aunt Pat drop a bag of Charlee Bears on the floor so they spill out in front of me would be something to strive for.  I'm talking about the dreams we have when we sleep.  Like all dogs, Chloe and I take naps throughout the day.  Just like humans dream

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-3488040467210732762010-05-30T17:33:00.000-07:002010-05-30T17:33:04.289-07:00

 Whenever we have company, or we see any of  our neighbors on our walks, Chloe goes out of her way to make people feel welcome.  She's also very welcoming to other dogs, insects or other wildlife we meet, especially when they come into our yard.  Chloe gets very annoyed when Aunt Pat tells her that other creatures, like bees, don't want to be her friend.  Chloe's a very trusting dog who takes

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-50486224186460391642010-05-23T10:19:00.000-07:002010-05-23T10:19:53.858-07:00

I know I said I'd have photos up on Friday, but now it's Sunday and I'm finally getting to it. Friday I was milking it for all it was worth...err more tired than I thought I'd be, and the humans were keeping a close eye on me. I'm a sucker for extra tummy rubs and sweet talk. I went for a morning walk, but was snoring when Aunt Pat was ready for our evening walk. So, she let me

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-47327484430193381242010-05-20T17:53:00.000-07:002010-05-20T18:00:19.027-07:00

My surgery went well today, and I would like to thank Dr. H and everyone at the animal hospital for their tender loving care  The wart on my left eyelid came off very easily, and they took off the other one in the lower inner corner of the same eye, and the couple I had on my right eye.  They left the one on the top of my head, though.  I got a little upset this morning.  I knew I couldn't eat

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-89331000760921024772010-05-16T16:54:00.000-07:002010-05-16T16:54:29.560-07:00

What a week!  We had a nasty wind and rain storm last weekend and it got really cold out!  Thankfully, our power stayed on, but there were a lot of people whose power went out, even in our neighborhood.  Daddy and Aunt Pat noticed that I've been scratching at my left eye a lot.  I have a wart on my eyelid that's started to bug me.  Plus, I've been rubbing my face against the rug, the sofa, sofa

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-60669400599915578502010-05-07T16:49:00.000-07:002010-05-07T16:49:22.490-07:00

 Then the makeover!  I got to go to the Groomer this morning with Chloe!  It was so nice to have a ride in the car, and then get pampered!  I'll admit it, I needed a bath and a trim as much as Chloe.  You probably can't tell so much from my before  and after photos, though.   Aunt Pat thinks I smell and look better.   I do look much happier and I have a gleam in my eye. 

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-91906456867945668942010-05-04T17:26:00.000-07:002010-05-04T17:29:09.540-07:00

A sled dog?  I know this area can look like the Great White North, but our walks aren't the Iditarod....no matter how much I pull on the leash.  What's wrong with a girl wanting a good sniff of something, or a nice roll on a freshly cut lawn?   The Rehab Vet wanted me to wear this whenever we go for walks so I don't pull so much.  She's concerned that the pressure may be causing some

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-33077558361398797652010-04-24T16:05:00.000-07:002010-04-24T16:18:15.541-07:00

Chloe had quite the story to tell yesterday after her walk.  She and Aunt Pat were minding their own business, sniffing to see who'd been around.  Actually, Chloe was doing all the sniffing, not Aunt Pat.  After all, our noses are much more sensitive than a human nose, and so is our hearing.  Chloe heard the comments before Aunt Pat did.  There were two older guys leaning against a

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The weather's been unseasonably warm, and all of the flowers, and trees are blooming early. Chloe and I have enjoyed watching the magnolia blossom in the front yard. It's nice to smell the blossoms that have fallen off, even though they don't taste very good. Plus, now that people are mowing their lawns, we have more grass to sample! The people at the corner have a very tasty yard, plus

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-28546992697990171332010-04-10T13:53:00.000-07:002010-04-10T17:05:58.302-07:00

A piece of toast, actually.No, we didn't find this in the garbage and drag it out, although we wanted to afterwards. But, Chloe found this in, of all places, the middle of one of the evergreens on the side of the yard.We were outside, sniffing around after our afternoon walk, when Aunt Pat noticed Chloe standing on her hind legs with most of her upper body in the shrub. Aunt Pat thought Chloe

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-91050093166878968922010-04-04T16:19:00.000-07:002010-04-04T16:59:22.926-07:00

to the Easter Bunny's ears! Before I start, I know we all want to wish everyone a very Happy Easter and Passover. We hope everyone had a good time and got lots of yummy treats. Anyway, yesterday, I said that I hoped the Easter Bunny would leave us something if we made sure he got through our yard safely. Now, I don't want to infer that we would have chased or hurt him if he hadn't. We're

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-21202892988760507722010-04-03T11:33:00.000-07:002010-04-03T17:13:21.596-07:00

April Fool's Day came and went without any real fooling. Sure, Google changed its name to Topeka, but we knew it was a prank. Google always does something for April Fool's Day, and the name had changed only on the main page, not the mail or the map pages. Aunt Pat, Chloe and I were disappointed because we didn't see any really funny pranks online. So, I thought I'd try to prank Aunt Pat and

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-29941190995514703892010-03-27T11:47:00.000-07:002010-03-27T16:27:33.009-07:00

Chloe went to the Groomer yesterday, and I got a present! When Aunt Pat picked Chloe up, our Groomer, D, gave her a bandanna just for me! I love it! It brings out the color of my eyes and coat so well.Chloe really needed a haircut. She was very shaggy, although the hair wasn't growing in front of her eyes like it usually does. But, the folks at the Groomer did a wonderful job, as usual.Of

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-2705778546110884972010-03-22T12:46:00.000-07:002010-03-22T17:13:16.122-07:00

Chloe may look all cute and cuddly, but inside, she's very devious. Especially when there's food around. She loves to beg at the dinner table. She'll put her front paws up on Daddy and Aunt Pat's leg, and stick her nose close to sniff while giving her "I'm-so-adorable-you-have-to-feed -me" look. If the humans don't give in, especially if they're eating snacks, like popcorn, she'll get bold

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-83949833698553550612010-03-18T12:30:00.000-07:002010-03-18T16:32:43.840-07:00

The weather has been wonderful this week, so Aunt Pat has had us outside more often. Chloe loves taking long walks, and I'm going for walks again, too! Monday, I went for my therapy appointment, and the Rehab Vet gave me a very thorough exam. She said my pulled muscle was healing nicely. So, I can go for walks, but they only want me to go as far as the end of the street and back...for now.

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-43575117611995526072010-03-11T11:48:00.000-08:002010-03-11T15:30:49.990-08:00

I also like making my snow angels. The past few days the weather has been really nice. Aunt Pat has taken us outside and we've even walked around the front yard. She's very happy that some of her bulbs are starting to come up. I think she needs to take a deep breath, calm down, and enjoy the snow. There was enough snow in front so I could make a snow angel yesterday. Today, I had to resort

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-85204818492973574042010-03-04T12:20:00.000-08:002010-03-04T15:26:12.476-08:00

Frozen water that is, not when it's in liquid form. All the snow we had last week is melting during the day, and freezes at night. So, the snow is really crunchy. For most of the week, it's been so deep, I've had to barge my way through it to get to other parts of the yard. Aunt Pat even stomped through my footsteps to make a path for Chloe to use. She's almost gotten stuck a couple of times.

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-32164924756635269832010-02-26T12:37:00.000-08:002010-02-27T05:32:09.076-08:00

We had a snowstorm last night and today, and poor Chloe is bored. It's the town's fault, really. When Aunt Pat took us for a walk this afternoon, the bottom of the driveway was snowed in. The town plow had been around to clear the street. Now, I'm all for clear, safe streets, especially when I'm going for a car ride. But to shove the snow in my driveway, err, our driveway is a little much.

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-69088690176511701302010-02-18T12:30:00.000-08:002010-02-18T15:40:56.020-08:00

I don't know what I have to do to convince the humans that I'm good! Okay, just because I'm still limping a little, and at night I still need a little coaxing to come up the stairs doesn't mean I shouldn't go for walkies! I was so upset about being left home, I started crying! Daddy gave me a nice tummy rub and made me feel better.Aunt Pat felt so bad, she put me on the leash yesterday and

Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884595224493605462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337899413791020979.post-85785570065983764932010-02-12T15:35:00.000-08:002010-02-12T16:34:19.687-08:00

excited about baseball season! I never realized how big a fan Chloe is of baseball. But yesterday,Aunt Pat came home and found one of Daddy's baseball cards on the floor in the living room. Somebody had chewed the corner and part of the center of it. Aunt Pat didn't see Chloe chew it, but the chew marks were too small for me to make. Aunt Pat wasn't upset, since the player wasn't one of the

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Aunt Pat hasn't been feeling well, so I haven't been able to post...since, well, I can't type or turn on the computer. But, I'm feeling better. I'm only limping when I first get up after resting for a while, and I'm walking much better. I've had a couple of more shots of the Adequan, which may be helping as well. Chloe's been feeling a little cooped up the past couple of days and has been

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No, it's not Aunt Pat's new idea in home decor. All I did was pull a muscle...it's not that big a deal. I still want to play fetch and go for walkies. They noticed I was limping, and took me to the Rehab Vet yesterday. I don't know how I did it, although I probably slid on the snow. But, I pulled my iliopsoas muscle. In English, it's a muscle in my groin. It was rather sore when the

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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,

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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

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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

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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

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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

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No, I don't mean woof woof. I mean roof, like the one on top of our house. Earlier this month Aunt Pat, Chloe and I were in the dining room horsing around, err, doing my exercises and running through our obedience lessons. Aunt Pat looked up and spotted stains from water droplets that had trickled down the wall. This isn't the first time they've had trouble with the woof, err, roof. Over

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We must have impressed Santa this year! I know we were good girls. We hear that all the time. But, Santa knows when we're asleep and awake. He knows when we've been doing things that aren't necessarily bad, but stuff we shouldn't be doing anyway. For example, barking for more treats after we've been given some; stopping and picking stuff up on our walks when the humans say "leave it."But boy,

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Merry Christmas Eve! We've earned a long winter's nap after the day Chloe and I had. There were a lot of last minute preparations to take care of today. This morning I went back to the Rehab Vet for a session. Since it's been a couple of days since I had my aspirin, they wanted to keep me up to snuff as it were, with the progress I've made. It helped. I've been getting a little stiffer

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I was only trying to help Aunt Pat make a fleece Christmas throw. Christmas is only a few days away and I know Aunt Pat wants to get this done. Instead of being thanked, Chloe and I get taken to the Vet and I get sent to bed with just some rice and turkey. Despite what the humans said, my episode of vomiting this morning had nothing to do with it. Granted, I threw up in the Vet's office too,

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Daddy and Aunt Pat aren't the only ones around here getting ready for Christmas and New Years. Chloe and I have things to do, too. For example, we helped Aunt Pat bake and clean up the floor. It was a little frustrating for us to hear "These are people cookies, not dog cookies" from Aunt Pat. We only wanted to get a closer look. But, I admit, a little sample for quality control purposes

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this is ridiculous! When Daddy had me at the Rehab Vet last week, he asked them if there was anything we needed to do to protect Chloe and my feet when we go for walkies now that the snow is sticking around. Well, they said we should wear boots. I didn't think too much of it at the time , since they gave Daddy a sheet of paper with information about boots and a drawing to use to measure our

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Technically, it's the second, but the first time I made one the snow melted so fast we didn't have time to get a picture of it. Today, we were ready.We had to be ready, because we couldn't stay outside too long because of the wind and the cold. Even Chloe bolted for the house when the wind kicked up. She never likes to come in right away after doing her business. Sometimes she gets distracted

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Well, I don't have a cast iron stomach like I thought I did. I'm not sure if it was the yummy crunchy thing I found under the leaf in the neighbor's yard, or if there was something in the water at the Humane Society when we went for our Christmas photo, but very early Monday, I had some loose stool on the rug where the dining room meets the stairs....in three places. I didn't mean to make a

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Yesterday was Black Friday, when traditionally the retailers have lots of sales and lots of shoppers so that the stores start breaking even and making a profit. Daddy and Aunt Pat didn't get up before dawn to go to the mall. Aunt Pat was tempted to go to the mall later in the day, but she didn't. Instead, the humans were busy cleaning the house. Chloe and I helped Aunt Pat assemble a book

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We'd like to wish everyone a very happy Thanksgiving! Yesterday was a very big day. Chloe went to the Rehab Vet yesterday and she was very good. She can get rather hyper when she meets new people, but she was very interested in everything that went on and very polite. I think she got a little nervous when the water filled up the treadmill tank. Either that, or she wanted to go for a swim.

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