Yesterday was one of the best days of the year. It was International Ice Cream Day! Around here though it just came and went.
Ice cream is one of my mom's very favorite things in the whole wide world. Recently she developed an allergy to milk and now she can't have any. We don't even have ice cream in the house anymore. Cry, cry.
We didn't put up our ice cream flag this summer.
And we didn't even get in this line the other day.
Grandpa and I are suffering, too. But at least International Ice Cream Day is over for another year.
Now listen carefully, because there may be some techniques here that you can use when the occasion presents itself....
Last night I decided to go to bed early so I came downstairs here to my cool little hideaway and took a nap directly underneath the ceiling fan. I was really zonked after my usual busy day of chewing bully sticks and barking at the neighbor's cat. The heat really wears me out too since I am basically a northern dog with a thick fur coat. Anyway, I was thoroughly enjoying my snooze and before you knew it, it was past midnight and everybody had gone to bed! They didn't even wake me up for my 10:00 PM treat!! I was hungry and really ticked off.
After I finished my leftover dog food from supper, I still wanted my treat, so I went upstairs to my mom's bedroom and barked real loud right in her ear! HAHAHA!! She woke up immediately, I continued to bark at her, she grabbed her housecoat, I ran downstairs, she ran after me, and then I stopped and stood by the cabinet in the kitchen where my treats are kept. My mom, seeing nothing serious was wrong, laughed and gave me my treat. I even got some extras. : ) She let me outside and then she came and sat with me on the deck for a little while. Around 1:30 we came in the house, and we both went to bed happy, she upstairs to her bedroom, and I downstairs to my cool spot underneath the ceiling fan.
That's my story. I bet tonight they don't forget to give me my 10 PM snack. HEHEHE...
It's been a long time since my last post and some of my friends were wondering about me. Jan's Funny Farm even asked me the other day if I thawed out yet. Well, yes, everybody at Jan's, I have thawed out.
A lot has happened during my absence, and much of it wasn't good. Many of us had issues, and we lost our dear friends Joe Stains and Butchy. That is so sad. I really hate it when stuff like that happens. Grandpa, Mom, and I send our deepest sympathies and condolences to Joey and Butchy's families. It is so hard to lose a friend. We know.
As for us, to use a baseball term, we have been on the "disabled list". In late April my mom got very sick, landed in the hospital, and needed emergency surgery. A couple weeks after she got home from the hospital she fell and almost fractured her skull. Then she had some chicken cartilage injections in her arthritic right knee so she can take me for a walk. (Cluck, cluck...) Meanwhile, I hurt my footie on some loose stones on our front steps. That required two visits to the vettie, X-rays, and blood work for me. All the tests were negative. : ) After two refills of doggie pain meds I'm doing much better, but sometimes I still limp a little, especially when I first start to walk (where's that chicken?) but my mom and I are now able to do our half-mile walks every day once again. : )
At least Grandpa's okay and that makes me very happy. : )
Last week we got new front steps so I won't hurt my footie on loose stones anymore. Yea!!! Things are starting to look up. : )