Not a Walk in the Park

My friends, it has been a tough week. Last weekend I went to that place where the lady in the white coat is, I think it was because I could not stop pooping. Hey, I enjoy a good poo, but this was ridiculous. I was up every hour and a half for a couple of nights there, whining at Mom and Dad to let me out. Nobody got much sleep around here and we were all a bit cranky for it. I just felt proud of myself that I always made it outside. You should have seen me run! There was no pausing and sniffing. My dad said I looked like a centipede (whatever that is), not-quite-running but walking out there so fast you couldn't even see my legs move. I had to take some pills, but that wasn't bad at all because Mom put them in a piece of cheese. I never get cheese! Mom also made me some gourmet food, hamburger and rice. Nice! At first I had to go a whole day without food, and that was horrible--but then the gourmet stuff starting showing up in my bowl. So maybe it was worth it. Although now I've noticed I'm back to my old dog food. sigh.

As if that wasn't bad enough, I had to miss puppy play on Saturday because of another tragedy...my sister was outside playing with me right before and after discovering that cool place behind the shed I discovered that I had picked up some nasty burs. They were all over me, even my ears were stuck on top of my head. And they hurt! Dad tried to pick them out, but then Mom got me right over to the place where they trim me up and give me a bath. That was scary. I was there for a long time, and look what they did to me!!!! I guess they had to shave off all of my beautiful fur because those burs were so close to my skin. Oh, my beautiful pedigree fur! My mom keeps telling me that she thinks I'm adorable, but I just don't know about that. I feel funny, and cold. And now that you are feeling especially sorry for me you can add on the fact that I have a bad yeast infection in my ear which has also made me miserable. I have been whining and scratching like crazy, once again keeping all of us up at night. Once again I was at the doctor's office today, with them poking around in my sore ear. Then they put some drops in there. Never a dull minute!

And speaking of tragedies, I must say a fond farewell to my old friend Sigmund. He's the sweet old canine I visited not long ago over at Mom's friend Stephanie's house. I guess the old guy finally gave up the ghost. Okay, so he didn't really play with me and that made me frustrated, but I knew it was only because he just plain didn't have the energy. The dog world loses one of it's best, and his family loses a dear friend! sigh.

Life is rough sometimes, isn't it? Just when you think it's just a walk in the park, things like these get thrown at you. But I suppose that's what makes the good times so good. The weather is getting warmer and there are lots of good smells outside. The sun is shining and I am loved. And that's nothing to sniff at.