Feeling Better Thursday

I just wanted to tell you all that I am feeling much better, thank you for all your well wishes and long distance hugs and thoughts. I haven't whimpered or whined in the last day or two. Of course, mom still insists on carrying me up and down the stairs whenever she can.

I am much more active, which worries mom, but I am also acting like my old self, which makes mom really happy.

Now, if she would only forget to put the barricade up, so I could get to the garbage...

Wordless Wednesday

Tattle Tale Tuesday

As most of you know, PlusOne went to Washington, DC last week. Imagine mom's surprise when she uploaded his photos and found more photos of the Servais Stradivarius cello than there are of PlusOne.

He took photos from the front, the side, close ups of the upper portion, the lower portion, at least ten in all.

And how many photos of PlusOne are there? Three. One with his head cut off right above his forehead, and here are the other two.

LOVE the look on his face!

Mom and dad both think he is a very silly boy, but they love him all the same.

Mom Goes Back To Work

And leaves Lucky and me alone.

She doesn't look very happy about it.


Do I look happy about it, either?

Easy Like Sunday Morning

I mean, how else can it be? I can't jump up or down or even walk up and down stairs. Mom insisted on carrying me and scolding me if I try to jump up to the sofa. When I get into my spot, she insists on covering me up so I am warm and cozy and not straining myself. Sounds like heaven, huh? WELL NOT FOR ME! I am the DEVIL DOG. I need to be bad, misbehave, cause a ruckus, liven things up. This docility that I am displaying is KILLING me!

Thank goodness Wilma sent Brigitte and Spongy out to bring me some Ice Cream (missing the Ice Cream Social was real bummer) but at least I am not tripping as badly as Salinger. Boy is someone going to be embarrassed when they stop tripping and see themselves on video. Glad it wasn't me!

Emergency Vet Visit

The last couple days I haven't been myself. No getting into the garbage (when mom didn't put the barricade up) no table dancing, not jumping in her lap as easily as I would have, and being very, very docile and quiet. Mom figured that as long as I was eating and my tail wagged when I saw her, that I was okay.

Today, that changed. I sat down and lifted my right paw, refusing to put weight on it. Then I whined. Not once, not twice, but three times. Mom was on the phone to the vet before you could say "what's wrong, Roxy?"

Off to the vet we went. They put me on the table and started feeling all over and I didn't struggle. And I was limped. Turns out, I strained my right shoulder and neck. The vet (not the one who loves, loves, loves me and who would have insisted that I go home with him for "observation") gave me a muscle shot and gave mom some medicine for me, which I have to take every twelve hours. Mom is also supposed to "discourage" me from jumping up and down (good luck with that, mom) and carry me up and down the stairs.

Other than that, I am okay, which is good, because I was worried mom was going to get a little hysterical about me not being well. She told me nothing could happen to me, because she would have a very hard time without me. Heck, I'm irreplaceable! She even told me so. I better lay low, I don't think mom needs any more excitement this week.

Fourteen Hours Of Sleep

And yes, while I went downstairs to spend time with mom, Lucky did NOT get out of bed until PlusOne did (fourteen hours later, after noon, just like mom figured.)

Lucky made sure PlusOne knew he was HER boy. Not that there was any doubt.