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puppyfest


I finally got  out of house arrest and when I arrived at the park all the other puppies were waiting for me. No wonder Sammy and Bruce run out of the house every morning no matter how tired they are; there’s a whole party going on out there!

I did have to catch a 11- hour nap after it though. I’m not in shape yet.

 

Posted in Buppy, dog+blog, golden+retriever

No Rainbow Bridge Just Yet

I haven’t had much energy lately, and I’ve spent my days under Mommis’ bed resting. After all, today’s my birthday and I’m 12, she thinks. Also the vet thinks so. I guess my teeth are 12.

After I refused to jump down out of the car at the park a couple of times, Mommis finally caught on and figured out that I needed help. So she ran me up to the vet, because she thought the big bump under my left shoulder might be the reason.

But the vet said no, and also x-rayed me for elbow arthritis. Oh, and weighed me. This was the worst part. I have gained five pounds. While the vet said I didn’t have any visible arthritis, she gave Mommis some samples of anti-inflammatories and told her to try them on me.

And then came the worse part: she told Mommis to cut back my food and substitute canned green beans for kibble. Mommis is a nutritional nut who only eats vegetables herself, so I knew I was in trouble.

The bad news is that I now get a half cup of kibble and a half cup of green beans, and ONLY HALF A TREAT!  Serious deprivation.

The good news is that those “uppers” the vet prescribed have seriously raised my energy levels so that I now can forage for food in the park every morning and still catch up to the group. When I was slow, Mommis let me out of the leashing system and I just carry my own leash now. This allows me to pick up pine cones and garbage, which I love. Just yesterday I found an open package of hot dogs.

Happy Birthday to me!

 

Posted in Dan Pochoda, dog blog, golden+retriever

Suicide Watch

All4dogsI’m on Suicide Watch. Which means I have to wear a leash.

This morning Mommis took all four of us (yes, we have Blu for another day) to the park with the reservoir and the ducks. I only sometimes try to swim there, because I’m on my electronic collar and it gives me a big vibration if I get too far from Mommis.

But this morning was the day after Easter, and the park was full of buffet items — leftover candy, cookies, and hard-boiled eggs from yesterday’s Easter celebration. It was a wonderful feast, and I had no inclination to listen to Mommis when she called for me. At least not until I had finished sampling every garbage can in the park and the stuff on the ground surrounding them.

Mommis was having trouble with Bruce, too. He wouldn’t come either. She thought he was on a sugar high from all the trash.

But actually, that was me. Blu always jumps in the reservoir, so when he jumped in I didn’t pay any attention. But then a couple of ducks came up on land, and Brucie started chasing them. I know he doesn’t swim, he’s very little, and he wasn’t going to catch them, but I thought I could. I went in after Blu. We were both trying to help Brucie, who stood on the shore.

Mommis, who’s a little hysterical, went nuts. But not about me. She was terrified she was going to lose Blu, who is Uncle Dan’s dog, and an only dog. She didn’t want to be responsible for losing him on her watch. He’s not exactly a puppy. Well, he’s my age. And Sammy was hysterical, on the verge of jumping in himself, although he doesn’t swim either. But he’s as hysterical as Mommis, which I think is why she likes him.

She looked hilarious running around the lake yelling “Blu, Blu” while I chased the ducks. I just paid no attention to her, especially after I realized I had already shorted out my electronic collar.

The park men were all around now calling me and Blu and saying we should be on leashes. But they didn’t look like they were going to jump in after us, so I didn’t see any leashes forthcoming.

Blu, however, must have gotten tired, because he abandoned me, came out of the water, and went to Mommis. Then she and Carol (mother of Jackson Dog) left to take all the other dogs to the car. I thought to myself “thank God she’s quit yelling and making a fool of herself.” But no, she left my brothers and Blu in the car with Carol and came right back, only now she was yelling “Buppy.” It was my moment of glory, as I pretended not to hear her and focused on the ducks as about six other women started calling my name from the shore. One woman called her vet to ask what to do. Another one called the Humane Society. Mommis would not have wanted her to do that; they could take me away and put me in foster care.

Mommis logged about 7500 steps — nearly three miles — just running around the lake yelling Buppy. I felt so popular and so wanted. But I realized we had already been at the park for two hours, so I decided to do her a favor and come out. Of course she must have thought I’d drown, because she had borrowed some treats from another person and immediately rewarded me for coming out with a treat.

Everyone thought I’d be exhausted, and sleep all day. I’m not, but looking at Mommis closely, I think she is. And how come she didn’t take us for a bath????? I smell. I hope that’s coming tomorrow.

 

Posted in dog blog, golden+retriever

R.I.P. Chauncey Woofka

My big brother died yesterday. I was outside, and I heard the mailman come, and he started to bark. I came in to help him, and Tuckler was barking too. And then something happened, and I don’t know what it was.

All I know is Paunnie was on the floor, just laying there. Mommis came out of her bedroom to see if it really was the mailman, she got the mail, and then she realized there was something strange about the way Paunnie was laying on the floor. She called his name, and he groaned to say good-bye. And then his eyes opened and he was gone.

She freaked. She started trying to call people, and then she ran across the street and got Carolyn. We kept quiet, so she could act.

Then everybody started coming to the house: Carolyn, Linda, Uncle Ed, and Max.

Mommis laid on the floor with Paunnie crying. Then she went and got one of the duvet covers he really liked to sleep on, and Ed and Carolyn lifted him with it and put him in the car.

And then they took him away and I never will see him again.

He was only 81/2.

But he did have aortic stenosis. Mommis said so.

But he seemed so fine. He ran, he fetched, he ate. He taught me when to bark and how to stay off Mommis’ bed so he could sleep there. He was Mommis’ main man.

Today I am mopa. I am hanging out at the house, and Mommis is having a procession of dog and humam visitors. Bluey came over. Uncle Dan threw balls, but Paunnie wasn’t there to fetch with him. Uncle Dan seemed sad, too. And we’ve seen a lot of Auntie Carolyn and Max, who usually keeps Tuckler home on Sundays.

When everyone left last night, I was lonely. Mommis wanted me to sleep on her bed, so I got up there for a while. But I need my space, so I left in the middle of the night for my spot on the floor, and then I gravitated to my own bed, where she found me in the morning. She spent the night streaming “The Gillmor Gang” on her iPad. We used to be on one of Steve Gillmor’s shows; Newsgang Live. Our job was to bark.

Paunnie wasn’t there to wake us up and remind her to feed us. She did it anyway. And then she took us to the park. Luckily, Pam was there with Wrigley, and the man with the great remote truck. I ran my ass off. I thought if I worked out enough, I could forget my grief.

But then I went home, and it was so quiet in the house. I’m just not Chauncey. I’m more Zen, and less frantic. I hope she loves me for who I am. Auntie Belle says Camp Fluppy Puppy will miss Paunnie. But won’t it miss me? I’m back in Phoenix.

I hope she finds me a little brother. It will suck if I’m alone.

Posted in Buppy, golden retriever, golden+retriever

The Strange Metal Thing

Mommis was laughing herself silly this morning in the park. We were there with Pam and Wrigley, and the strange metal toy showed up.

First Wrigley, who almost never runs, started running after it and barking. You could see that he was about to challenge it to a fight. I thought I had better help him, so I took after it too, and we tried to run it down.

Paunnie isn’t that fast anymore, but he still tried to chase it with us. It kept on getting away from us across the field, but it was fun to run after it. We got a good workout.

We’re always amazed by the speed at which Wrigley can move when he’s motivated.  He spends most of our walks half a park behind Pam, making her call him and clap for him.  And then you find out that he’s very able to run when he wants to.

I love it when I make Mommis laugh. I hate it when I make her mad.  When I run away I make her mad.  I know it, but I just can’t stop.