I miss them.

WTF?

First, they tell me I’m going for a ride in the car — a very good thing.  Sometimes Mamma puts me in the convertible with her, although she often just sticks me in the back of the big red car.

She says I’m going to learn something.  I’m going to get tutored.  I was so excited:  what would I learn?  A new language?  How to convince the cat to come hang out with me?  more methods for gathering socks?  I think I wagged my tail in anticipation for the whole ride.  Maybe I’d be tutored on running faster or effective trash-can decimation.

Once there, my friends Lydia, Steph, Nicole and Summer all hugged me and petted me and  took me around back where the other doggies are.  Dr. K arrived and smiled and I went to sleep.

When I woke up, it was like any other wakeup except they gave me some food and took me outside.  Then Mamma came to get me and held me the whole way home.

It was great to see that all my stuff was still around, and Jean-Luc didn’t beat me up this time.  I was outside chasing my tail when I tripped and fell onto my side, and wiggling to get up I noticed them.  Or, what used to be them.

THEY’RE GONE!!!  I was just getting to know them,and now they’re gone ::sob::  Where are they?  Why did they take them?  I miss them.  What am I going to do without them? No one will make jokes about if they were me, they’d never leave their house.  I won’t have anything to lick.  Jean-luc says that the upside is, I got less to protect, and I’ll sleep more.

I dunno.

Dammit.

This could be a good thing!

Wow.  The only thing worse than a centipede with athlete’s foot, is a basset hound with an ear infection.  Luckily, I don’t have one of those — but my right eye is all droopy or, as my Mamma calles it, “hinky.”  I’m scheduled for what they keep calling “having my doghood removed” tomorrow, but this may get me out of it.  Love the Vet, love the hospital smells,  but the food stinks and the way Jean-Luc is smirking at me, I know that this “tutoring” isn’t going to make me  a smarter dog.

It’s a Dog’s Life

So today, once again, I wake up with sore ears and a crick in my back, because that !@#$!@ puppy gnaws on me to get himself to sleep. Proud of these ears? Hah! One has a ragged bit out of it and I really hope it grows back. Once that dog gets his doghood removed, we’ll see who bites on whom.

On my to-do list: Take a nap next to the refrigerator. Avoid the puppy. Get all his rawhide chewies. Fight with him over them, and when we are separated, whine until we are put back together. Perhaps a belly-rub at noon. Yeah.