Monday, March 30, 2009

Slow day

Today was rather slow and uneventful, no pictures to share. The snow melted and the ground was a bit muddy, then the wind kept knocking me over. My momma master says I walk like a drunken sailor, whatever that means! While she was at the kitchen sink tonight I fell in my food bowl again, just thankful that it was the water bowl because that makes me all wet. At least with daddy master home the last few days I haven't had any indoor accidents, we'll see how tomorrow goes. Until then... adios amigos!

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Sibs to the rescue... NOT!

Here I am in one of my common predicaments. Every once in awhile I get a little confused and end up between that door and the wall. My mind knows that where there's a door there's an exit and since I feel much steadier when I'm leaning up next to the wall I get stuck. Yesterday this is what the scene looked like when my Momma master saw me stuck and grabbed the camera to capture a shot. Well, she also hollered at Daddy master to come see me and all my sibs came running to the rescue. As you can see, they weren't much help, Charlie was much more interested in the camera than helping me; Tucker just stood there licking the air; and Katie stood guard outside the door! Hrummpf!!! Below is a series of pics showing my efforts to stand up on that slippery wooden floor...

If I can just get a grip...
here, let me slide around just a little further...
... further ....

Finally!!! Now I can get on my way!

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Medicine and Green Feet

Here's a pic of the most dreaded part of my day.... meds!!! See that huge long plastic plunger??? Well that's what my master forces down my throat every morning and night. Both of the long capsules are some kind of vitamin or herb that I have to take due to the damage to my liver caused by phenobarb that I took for years to control my seizures. My awesome vet suggested that Milk Thistle might help and sure enough, it brought me back from the brink of death. My owners thought a super antioxidant might help keep my body full of energy, so I get to take that too. Well, not too long ago my doc discovered a heart problem, so they added another pill to my daily routine that also includes pepsid to keep my food and water down and an antiobiotic to help fight the gum disease. Oh I'm a real mess and didn't mean to burden you with my troubles, but hey, that's my life! My daddy master said our house is like a nursing home for dogs and cats! Oh, speaking of other dogs, here's a pic of my two brothers and one sister:

The black Border Collie is my little sis, Katie. She is very intense and won't let any of us fight. Of course if she's chasing a tennis ball I can get away with anything and she doesn't notice! The fluffy one with his back to us is the Wire Fox Terrier, Tucker (or Mr. Tucker as my Daddy calls him). He lives in his own space cadet sort of world, just pretty much stands there licking the air most of the time. I'm not sure what that's all about, but he seems happy. The big guy under the table is Charlie and he's just a big ole compassionate friend. He lost one of his front canines during a head-on collision with Katie before my Mamma master figured out she shouldn't play ball with both of them at the same time. Now he just gets to lay outside and chew an old tennis ball while Katie chases a good one.

Speaking of being outdoors, here's what I got to do today, or at least how I looked after my Daddy finished mowing the grass:

At least Daddy didn't make me take another bath, he just washed my feet. Right now as Momma is typing this I'm getting my exercise by walking around and around and around. It's so nice that this house is arranged in a way that allows me to make a complete circle from dining room to living room and back around and around. They can't figure out why I just keep walking, but what they don't understand is that it keeps me healthy. Until next time.... keep your tongue in your mouth, or at least don't drool too much!

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

What makes me a wonder dog?

Greetings fellow bloggers and followers of us that blog! (so they didn't allow me to go to school, excuuuuse my grammar!) My name is Charmin and I'm a wonder dog (thus the name of this blog in case you haven't noticed) and by the way, that's the name my vet gave me after I survived a near-death experience, but more about that later. Since my master seems obsessed with taking pictures of me today I suggested that she document my life online for all my friends to see. As she is typing this I am currently wedged under her chair, rather oblivious to the fact that I am within a fraction of an inch of getting horribly smooshed if she were to roll sideways, unaware of my presence. Anyways let's get on with the shew (said with a Lawrence Welk accent of course!)

Let me share how my day went today:

After being rudely awakened after a long and stormy night (hey that sounds like one of those scary movies, doesn't it?), being forced outside in the cold, wet air, then force-fed those nasty tasting vitamins and pills that my owners tell me keep me alive, but what do THEY know anyway??? I was finally able to perform my favorite pastime... keeping the blanket warm on the floor, otherwise known as SLEEPING!

At some point I got up, stumbled into the laundry room to eat and drink and drink and drink (they think I might be diabetic, but it's probaby from that heart medicine they force me to eat)... well the drinking made me have to pee really, REALLY bad, but since my back legs don't work so well anymore I ended up in a puddle on the kitchen floor, flayling my legs like a beached whale (yeah, like YOU'VE ever seen one either?) and covered in my own yellow liquid (trying to keep this G-rated). I did finally make it out of the kitchen and back to my blanket where I remained for the rest of the afternoon until, what's that I hear? a garage door opening up???? all three of my fellow canine housemates are barking and running to the back door, but darn it, my back legs just won't work! This is so frustrating and rather embarassing since I'm the matriarch of this family after all. Well at least I still have my voice, so "arf, arf, aaaarrrrrrf!" Oh boy, here she comes! YIPPEE... oh wait, why isn't she coming in here first? Why does she let all of THEM go outside FIRST??? Doesn't she know that I have been protecting this house ALL day? Here she comes to scoop me up and help me get outside. FINALLY, freedom!!! Why does she seem so angry? Ohhhhh, she's throwing paper towels on the floor and scruntching up her nose. Now she's getting out the swiffer and mopping the floor. Oh well, that's what they get for leaving me inside all day!

After coming back in the house, eating and drinking a bit more I have to go back outside. Now is when the real adventure begins! Tee hee hee, little does she know what I'm up to! As I make my way around the perimeter of our very large back yard to make sure everything's where it should be, I discover that someone has moved the big plastic thing they say is for a pond and they've wedged it up against the fence with some old tires. Hey, that wasn't there yesterday, but trust me, I can get through anything! Well guess what folks??? I'm not as skinny as I thought and, well, you guessed it, I got stuck. Problem was it was muddy and I couldn't get a grip and I tried and tried and my legs just weren't working! What a predicament I'm in with no way out... HELP ME I've fallen and I can't get up!!!

Phase two: Master looks out the back door and sees me and rescues me!!! She moved the tires and plastic thingy and helped me get up, all the while uttering something about how silly I looked and how covered in mud I was. What does she expect, I'm a DOG!!! So I make my way around the other side of the yard and up to the deck only to be greeted with my master holding a blanket ready to scoop me up and take me inside to the....... shower!!!!! Eeegads! Not my favorite thing to do, but here's a picture of what I looked like:

Now don't I play helpless companion very well? Yeah, I just layed there for 30 minutes or so while she sprayed and sprayed, kept unclogging the drain, sprayed some more sudsy stuff that made my eyes burns, rinsed, then covered me with a towel and finally got me out of that porcelain torture chamber. Well I'll show her, I thought.... I'll go hide behind the washing machine... oh shoot, once again I'm not skinny enough to get through and can't back up, soooooo:

With that I'll stop so my master can do some design work to make this blog dog-worthy. More later gator!