Since I last blogged, I had an exciting few
weeks.
All of my stitches from my dental last
month have finally left my mouth. My
teeth are still nice and clean. Dad did
start using the antibacterial mouth rinse on me, but I seemed to starting
having intestinal issues around the same time.
He wasn’t sure if it was a result of the rinse or not, but has since
stopped using it for the time being.
Now that the stitches are all gone, it’s
easier for him to get in there and give my teeth a scrubbing. He’s been using a soft bristle toothbrush and
water to get in there and clean things up.
Last Sunday while Dad was at work and
Auntie stepped out from 6pm-11pm, one of the cats knocked off their UTI health
chews container from the microwave onto the floor. I made a pig of myself and ate most of them.
I say most, because no one was around to actually count what I ate, but the
humans know that out of 100, 6 were “given” to the cats. Needless to say, this resulted in be being
sick from both ends. When Auntie got
home, I was brought outside (sick bottom end), when we got back inside, I was
sick (top end). I had really bad poopies
(if you can even call them that) for several days.
I fasted for 24hrs, consuming turkey broth
(dad had that on hand), then a few pieces of turkey with broth. I was also given a regime of Slippery Elm
Bark. Dad in the past 2 days was able to stop giving me that. Things are SLOWLY turning back to normal for
me. I’m eating cooked extra lean ground
beef – that works better than bird for me.
I started out with .5cups and slowly
working my way up. I had 3 / 4 cups for
breakfast, and that proved to be a touch too much. Dad dropped it back down to
.5cups for supper tonight with some pumpkin (I’ve been eating pumpkin like it’s
going out of style).
On October 1, a day before my 9th
birthday I got a house!! Dad, Auntie
Shelley, Me and the two cats are living in a house now. I enjoy laying on one of my beds (when a cat
isn’t on it) in the kitchen. It’s a good
locale area where when my eyes aren’t closed, I can watch people in the living
room and whoever is coming or going into the house or into other rooms.
I turned 9 years old on October 9th,
2015. Can you believe I’m already 9??
Corns aside, I still feel pretty good. Dad bought me a honky pig for my birthday,
while Dad gave me a card with money in it.
When Dad was organizing from the move, he found my card from Christmas
from Nana; it still had money inside it!
I haven’t given a lot of thought into what I’d like that money spent on….
Most recently Dad took me over to the newly fenced school to have a look at any
openings. We decided to go into the
little kid play yard. There’s only one entry/exit. We found a tennis ball, I ran after it for a
bit. It was all fun and games until someone has a ball fall from the sky onto
their nose. I stood there blinking my
eyes and stunned for a bit. Dad tried to
get me to interact with him and the ball, but I wanted nothing to do with that
thing. I stood there watching it roll on by me.
Meh… New off leash (after hours)
play area! Score!!
That’s it for me.
Photos from my birthday and days in between:
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| I stole the cats bed |
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| Dorian and I napping at Auntie's bed |
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| My thera paw shoe collection |
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| Auntie getting us ready for the move |
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| Does everyone half the moving buddy?? |
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| waiting for the cats to load up so we can get on with this move |
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| next stop, new home! |
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| Checking out the new home |
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| Bathroom check |
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| Kitchen counter check |
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| Checking out the living room |
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| Checking out Auntie's room |
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| settling in |
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| Home |
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| The cats enjoy looking out their many windows |
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| I sunbathed while Auntie kept an eye on me |
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| Happy birthday to me |
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| reading my birthday card from Nana |
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| Gideon and Auntie with his birthday card |
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| Supper? |
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| Sardines |
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| My new honky pig! |
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| Dorian keeps stealing my slumber balls |
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| Dorian on my bed |
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| Dorian thought I needed a cuddle buddy |
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| Dad, make him get off... |
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| tucked in... |
PeAcE
