UTI

Mom rushed me to the vet this morning because I had blood in my pee. She was freaked out about it and actually had to call multiple vet offices before she found one that could take me today.

So we went for a drive and then into the vet clinic. After a little while of sitting in the waiting room (mom did paperwork and flipped through doggy magazines), we went into the dreaded room. The Vet tech tried to take my temp with a rectal themometer. It freaked me out - so I peed everywhere. No one yelled at me like I thought they would though. The vet tech laughed and got a sample off of the floor. Then he cleaned up my mess without complaining.

Soon the vet lady arrived and told us the results of the tests. I have a Urinary Tract Infection! I have to take these ucky pills twice a day now. Mom hasn't given me any yet, but she has been feeding me a lot of cheese. I like cheese.

Wait a minute...

That is all

Die with a T

For some reason, ever since mom took me to the vet on Tuesday, she hasn't been giving me the correct amount of food. When I scoot my food dish around the kitchen she either tells me to quit or only gives me a small amount of food. I think she's trying to kill me! But she said it was for my own good that I go on a Diet.

Garfield was right when he said that Diet was Die with a T

Moving

Mom and dad have been very busy the past couple of days. They've been packing up a lot of things because they say that we're moving soon. Something about the military wanting to destroy our house. About time I got some help. I've been doing my own destruction here (with help from Peppercorn) one small item at a time.

I haven't been to the new place yet, but mom says it's a lot nicer than this P.O.S (she thinks I don't know what that means, I do... I just don't want to impose my immense intellect). She says there's a nice back yard and only one neighbor to contend with. I'm excited!

It's a new year, a new post!

I finally got mom to update this thing. She's been lazy with the blogs. No matter how many times I told her to post for me, she wouldn't do it. She said she had to go grocery shopping or had to go to work, or some other lame excuse.

Anyway. Waffles is alive and well. Christmas was fun. I got lots of toys and even a nice rawhide from Mamaw. Christmas is awesome!

present

I got a present from Merlin and Halmark a couple days ago in the mail. Mom had to open everything up for me, but as soon as she did she showed it to me. It was the cutest little magnet with a dog on it that looks a lot like me!

Broke Toy

Mommy got me this AWESOME toy, and best of all it was free. It came out of a happy meal that one of the neighbors gave to mom - it was some sort of spiny disk thingy. Mom or dad pulled this cord and these ufo things went flying through the air and BOY did I love to chase them. I would tire myself out playing with that, funny thing is that mom or dad never got tired. I think that pulling that string wasn't as difficult as me running after the disks.

Well anyway, dad liked to pull the string really hard and make the disk fly really far. But last night dad pulled a little too hard and the string broke. So no more diskus toy unless mom goes to McDonalds and gets a happy meal (no onions, she hates onions)

So after my toy broke, mom went inside and got one of my squeaky toys - a little squeaky baseball - white so my mommy can see it inthe grass. I played with that for a bit, but got tired pretty quickly since daddy had been playing with me earlier.