Thumbs up!

Whew! I am glad this week is over. I am done being an invalid, I am done wearing a 5T toddler shirt and I am done with my check up. The vet says I am almost as good a new with a little scar tissue added. And minus most of my chest fur.

I deserve a treat!

Low on adventures

The busybody is at rest. And highly medicated.

I am feeling better and remember how to wag my tail. But I am not doing that any time soon because my Person is making me wear this stupid tank top to keep my wound clean. How embarrassing! She bought me several little shirts to wear and I am surprised but relieved that none of them have bears or bunnies or Spiderman on them. Or Elmo.

If this had happened to my friend Tasha she would have a pink t-shirt for sure! But I am glad she doesn't have to go through this.

A bad day

I am a mutt. I am a mix of many of breeds of dogs. It seems all of us dogs carry traits from our ancestors. Mine make me want to hunt for chipmunks and stick my head into holes in the ground for a good sniff. Other dogs have ancestors who were trained to be to be valiant and to fight enemies to the death. That makes them extra loyal to their packs but dangerous to others when they get mad.

The pit bull dog is one of those breeds and they are caught up in a swirl of controversy: their human pack members love their ferocious loyalty, but their huge, strong jaws are a danger to those who get in the way of an aroused pit.

One got mad at me at the dog park and I ended up at the University Veterinary Hospital. My Person was terribly afraid and I couldn't get away from that dog or get out of its mouth once it pinned me. If a brave man hadn't pulled the pit bull off of me I might have been hurt much worse. I couldn't walk after I was attacked and my Person had to carry me for a long, long way to get out of the dog park. My friend Tasha was with me and she was very scared and so was her Person. I am recuperating now from a very bruised shoulder and leg and a deep puncture wound in my chest.

I hope that pitbull owners understand that they need to have complete control over and be very near to their dogs at all times. Maybe it isn't what their pit bull might do to them that is the issue. It is the incredible amount of damage to others that pit bulls are capable of that makes them a real danger.

Summer daze

I know it it is just barely spring but today seemed like summer. Minus the green.

What do kids get up to on warm summer days? A bit of running and splashing in a swimming hole and maybe even trying to catch a frog or two? I did all of that. And more!

I shed some of my winter coat. I swallowed lots of enriched (pond) water. I got so muddy my socks turned brown. I stuck my nose down into a hole in the ground. My Person said "Someday, something will bite your nose and then you'll be sorry."

But I won't be. When winter is gone and spring is really here, even a sore nose can't spoil my fun!

What dogs do

It is cold and gray but my Person says it is spring. And in the spring she plants seeds in her garden (which takes up most of MY yard by the way) and then she waters what she planted and waits and checks and studies and waits some more.

So I am gardening too. I have my best toy, a blobby thing my Person knitted for me, and I am going to plant it in my garden. And I will water it and watch to see what grows. It is made of lambswool and I am not sure if it will grow a nice toy tree or one covered with little lambs. Either would suit my purposes. Either I will have a lot of new toys to harvest or a lot of little lambs to herd around. And if the latter is the case, my Person can sheer off their extra wool and knit me up even more toys. And next spring I can plant them as well.

The first time my human Grandmother saw me she said I was just a farm dog. Wait until she sees what this dog can do!