My BFF or Brother from Another Mother

(photo credit: Moms of Macy (KZ/JC)

Hi Kids :)

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.

sds

I see you and raise you

You DO know that in male dog terms what that means, right? It involves legs and lifting them.

Sheesh! What is it with you humans? Everywhere I look it seems as though you guys don't know what it is that you're supposed to be doing. WHAT is it that you do anyway? We dogs play. We eat. We sleep. We don't blame other dogs when we're bad. When we're bad, like me, I hide that cute little tail of mine between my legs and sulk. Do I go and blame the German Sheppard who lives down the street? Nooooooooooooooo. Not me. I generally sniff the air, nose the poop, and then I *know* who it belongs to. It's not in my nature to always go after the same dog. I can tell who did it. You humans just don't have that facility for sniffing in the right places. Though sometimes you get so close I could swear you look just like me and my kind.

Take Hezbollah for instance, they're pissed because their "important" guy got knocked off. That's what happens when you're the "important" guy. It's a thing you humans do. Knock off the "important" guy. So they're blaming Israel as usual, like they reported in the New York Times. Hey! Be glad that you're not important like Roger Clemens. Look what HE has to go through to stay important! I'd rather be a dog.

Sniffin' your ears ... and nothing else today,
sds

Barking

We dogs, especially me, think that barking, especially group barking, is a really fun thing to do. It's like when someone has a good idea - not like pet rocks, or choke collars - but more like big backyards, puppy pre-school, running off leash at the beach, voting for Hillary (oops, that's what my Mom says) that we tell everyone else. That's what group barking is all about. If you want to hear what group barking sounds like, just click on the link to the right (group barking) and you'll see. Music to my ears, warms my rarefied sensibilities, it really does.

Sniffin' your ears...
sds

What would D. say?

My mom's partner, D., is the best alpha person a dog could know on the planet. She's done something with my mom and now I don't have to pretend to be THE BOSS anymore. I was a terrible boss. It's not my calling, but enough about Greeks (alpha, beta, interferon...)

Anyway ... D. had more of a scare than I think my mom did during 2007. My mom was mostly drugged out on Darvoset, Vicodin, Percocet, Oxycodone, etc ... or comatose, and didn't realize what was going on until she woke up with all sorts of paraphernalia attached to her orifices. She said that there was a breathing tube, a feeding tube, chest tubes, drains, and assorting other conduits for bodily fluids. Her partner actually had to look at all this stuff. My mom on the other hand just felt some of it. Then again, what can you feel when you're as high as a kite. She told me that she had intense hallucinations. So whenever I have a pressing question, I head on over to my mom's partner, and ask her. She's the woman in the know. She can look death in the face and, I'm not sure what she did with that view, but she's still here, and I'm glad. She even plays with me. Can't ask more than that. Playing is where it's at. To the right is a picture of me at my mom's 49th birthday glad-to-be-alive party. It was originally of D. and my mom playing, but they're not up for photo ops right now. They were at some kind of women's social, dancing, frolicking (I like the licking part) I wanted to go along, but I hate wearing clothes and they said ... "No clothes, no dance!" so I took their picture out and put mine in instead. I'm cuter anyway.