(photo credit: Moms of Macy (KZ/JC)It's been almost one whole day since I've written (doesn't that sound like some sort of confession?), but to be honest, today is my Mom's revised 1st birthday (the anniversary of when she got her new aortic valve) so I'm a little distracted.
Being that this is my Mom's new 1st birthday, I started reminiscing about my stay with my Mom's friends (Karen and Joanna) and their new puppy, a Welsh Corgi. I stayed with them while she-who-must-be-obeyed was in the hospital and while she was recovering. At first, my Mom's sister put me in a kennel. Nice place, but 3 weeks is, well, waaaaaaay too long. Anyway, back to the good life.... Macy and I became fast friends and he followed me everywhere (and *I* mean EVERYWHERE) doing what I did, trying to be just like me. This didn't bode well for the poor little fella when he tried to jump on the couch. His legs are just too short. He tried though. Gotta tell you folks ... he is my bestest friend in the whole world and even comes to visit me sometimes now that I'm back home. I really liked staying with my aunts (Karen and Joanna) too. They're loving, warm and they took care of me the same way that my Mom does. Sometimes though it wasn't all fun and games. I had a reminder of that this past weekend when I threw up all over the kitchen floor (included were the remains of some of the bathroom garbage.) I did this at Karen and Joanna's too, until they learned to shut the bathroom door. My Mom thought she could get away with keeping it open and tested the waters with this type of garbage can. Didn't work. Now we know. I can't tell you what the draw is, but I know that it's like Heroin or Oxycodone for guys like me. They don't have rehab programs for dogs on bathroom garbage though ... or do they?
Speaking of friends ... My Mom has some really good ones too. One of them accompanied her today to a doctor's office to pick up records for something legal that needs to be done. These records were requested well over 70 days ago, but weren't forthcoming. That old the-check-is-in- the-mail-dog (ahem)-ate my-homework set of excuses grew old pretty fast. So my Mom asked her friend (who has a way of intimidating manly men just by her presence) to accompany her. Boy. They coughed up the records in a hurry this morning. I guess that the intimidation factor helped ;)
Anyway ... back to my bff Macy. He's the coolest Corgi on the block. He goes boating and for long drives and even has his own lifejacket. I'm glad that he's my friend.
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