So my master leaves me alone for 9 hours while he’s gone at this place that he commonly and affectionately refers to as “the rock quarry”, “BARK”, or “work”…. and while he’s gone I am left to entertain myself.  No problem, I have my blankie, my food bowl, my rubber steak, and my rubber newspaper… I use to have a stuffed duck, may he rest in pieces. 

So on 9/10/07, I take it upon myself to see how many pieces I can shred my squeaky toys into (and let me tell you, it’s somewhere around 86 pieces)… well that game was fun, but I know I’d better have this cleaned up before Thomas gets home or he will rant on and on to no end about how he was at work all day and while he was bringing home the bacon (which for some reason I NEVER see) all I did was manage to destroy stuff. 

So I tried stuffing some of the pieces down the air vent.  No dice, didn’t work.  You can only sweep so many of them under the blankie, and that just makes blankie all lumpy.  So I proceeded to eat these pieces.  Hey, if you weren’t suppose to eat it why make it look like (and in the shape of) a steak!

Well, Thomas gets home and I’m not feeling so hot.  Apparently rubber steak doesn’t agree with my stomach as well as the real thing.  Oh how i crave a good steak right now.

So I got to go visit the vet at 9:00 pm on Sept. 10th… and I got to spend the night!!!  Luckily they didn’t have to operate, and unfortunately I wasn’t able to get the x-rays to scan so I can’t post the cool pictures of my insides on the website.  But here are a couple pictures of me taken on 9/11/07 a few hours after I came home.  Notice they shaved my left arm to put the IV in me.  Definitely a reminder not to eat rubber squeaky toys ever again… although for some reason Thomas doesn’t give me those anymore… hmph.  What a wimp. 

By the way, I’m pretty sure it’s this face right here, and only this face that I’m making in this picture, that kept me from being shipped off to the pound or even worse, encouraging Thomas to have my kabobs cut off while we were already at the vet.  This defeated look is probably the only thing that saved me from punishment after Thomas got the $340 vet bill!

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I recall I was going to post some more pictures on here!!!  Well, first of all… let me apologize for how long it’s taken to get these new photos uploaded.  I know, I know… bad dog, etc.  Go ahead and scold.  I will be posting them within the next few days (so perhaps you should say Good boy instead).  I have photos dating back to August so please bear with me.  I’ll try to explain some of them as I go along. 

I helped do some yard work on 8/18 so those pictures will be uploaded first.  Then on 9/1/07 I got to visit my favorite baby human, Audrey, and the rest of the family in Columbus for Labor Day weekend. 

On 9/10/07 I thought I would see how many rubber dog toys I could swallow… it turns out the answer is 2.  That led to an emergency trip to the vet at 9pm.  Pictures from 9/11/07 when I got to come home and recover.  Arf. 

Then there are some pictures from my master’s birthday, which we celebrated with his friend Jess. I didn’t dress up for Halloween this year.  But I am going to help Master Thomas with Christmas cards this year I promise… so stay tuned for more on that.

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I recall… the last time I can remember seeing Ariane, the blonde human who drove the dented and mangled Toyota (a.k.a. Kitty Freightliner), was back in August when she put me in a wooden bucket out behind the house.  That bucket is now filled with dead flowers that were scorched by the summer heat.  Had it not been for my all knowing, caring, and compassionate master who pulled me from that bucket, that could’ve been me laying there dead in the bucket and not those flowers that are there for me to pee on now!  It gives a little added meaning to pushing up daisies, huh.  Oh where oh where could this Ariane chick have run off to?! 

I recall… some good times with her.  She was the one holding me up at Fountain Square, where I got to play statue in front of the fountain.  She needs to come back down here and take me to the Woods.  Until she does so, she should consider herself in the doghouse, hence you will note I have filed this entry under I recall and Doghouse.

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So I’m starting this new category of blog entries.  It’s called, I recall.  Quite simply, as I’m beginning to grow up and reflect on my early puppyhood - when I had my skunk-like black stripe - I begin to think about the things I’ve seen, the things I’ve smelled, the things I’ve done. 

I will be blogging about those things in little brief entries periodically.  I hope you will comment on the things that I’ve experienced and share with me your thoughts on things you’ve done that are similar, or reflect back on times that you’ve shared with me.  I’m looking forward to adding more categories in the future…

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