Last week, Katie had “SURGERY”. I’m not sure what that means but she smelled like pain and so it was my job to be a good boy.
One of the perks of “SURGERY” is we are staying at our friends house with “AIR CONDITIONING”, which means it stays spring inside even when it’s summer outside. I like “AIR CONDITIONING”.
Another perk is MOM came in town. That is the person Katie calls MOM. (Which I agree is quiet confusing) I have no idea how she found us all the way from Kentucky but she did.
Katie said the “SURGERY” was for a medical issue that wasn’t all that serious. But I could tell she was afraid to got to the vet just like me. But she went and when she came back she was in pain. Her face said so. She has been sleeping a lot since then. We don’t take a lot of walks, and dad has done most everything for both of us. She takes pills that make her act funny, but every day she is getting back to normal. Here are some photos of me being a good boy.
Last week, Katie had a show. I knew she had a show because she took all the stuff in the house that makes noise and put it in the car. While she was gone, an intruder came. If you follow my blog, you know I’m used to intruders. They wear the same thing that says “WAG” and they take me for a walk and pick up my poop and then take me home.
Well this intruder didn’t put my harness on. And while we were on our walk, I panicked. I realized that I needed to find Katie immediately and tell her that this intruder didn’t put my harness on. So I slipped out of my collar and I ran. I ran as fast as I could and the intruder couldn’t catch me. But I was scared. Because without my collar and without Katie, no one knows who I am. And then there were cars. And they were big and I was dodging them. But I kept running. Until I found a garage and I ran inside and hid. But a guy on a skateboard followed me into the garage and picked me up and took me to his house. I didn’t have my collar so he didn’t know my NAME or that I live with Katie. So we got to his house and he took my photo and said he posted it on the internet. This is the photo:
Moments later I heard the skateboard guy talking on the phone to a WAG intruder. And then a little while later dad came. He said Katie did a good job at her show but had to stay there and that she was so worried about me.
Dad put me in the car and he said I smelled like poop… I may have had an accident while I was running around the cars. So I got a bath:
And then Katie came home and we snuggled all night.
On any particular walk on any particular day, I am going to pee a lot. I don’t know what drives me to do it. I just know I must do it.
If theres another pee smell, I have to pee. If we’ve walked twenty feet, I have to pee. If I see another dog walk by, I have to pee. If it looks like we might head home and the walk is over, I have to pee. Above are photos from one of my walks recently.