To Aire is Divine

Apparently mom and dad went out for dinner tonight to a Mexican restaurant without taking me along. Yes I did everything in the dog handbook – looked up lovingly, went to grab my leash, sat and tilted my head to one side, even trying to squeeze myself between their legs when the door opened – but no luck. They still had the unmitigated gall to go out without me.

I spent a short time sulking after they left and then decided I must do something. I must teach them a lesson. This great injustice cannot go unpunished. It is simply unacceptable for them to go pretty much anywhere without bringing me along.

So I found mom’s makeup bag. Yes, her favorite one. Somehow she had forgotten to put it in her purse when she left. I very carefully nudged through the contents to find at least one treasured item – in this case a green eye pencil – and chewed it into oblivion. Then as I realized that it really didn’t taste that great (who says that revenge always tastes sweet? Sometimes it tastes kind of…. woody) I chewed the packet of Listerine breath strips. Mmm, nice and citrus-y. Then one more lipstick just to really drive the point home.

When they came in of course mom saw it immediately. At times it’s difficult for me to understand her – especially when she’s excited about something – so all I hear is “blah blah blah” and I just continue smiling and nodding my head until it’s over. She started picking up the pieces while dad brought out the doggie bag. Yes folks I knew that they wouldn’t risk complete destruction of the apartment and at least show up with the doggie bag.

It was just a few bits of steak and a nacho or two – but it was muy bueno.

Love,

Bogart

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Ok, I’m really really really hating the fleas.

At least I’m pretty sure it’s fleas. Mom can’t seem to find many and I don’t seem to have any hot spots or other weird skin things… but I feel them. The little buggers are crawling all over me like the paparazzi do every time I step out the door.

Mom did the good human thing and tried the smelly stuff that went on between my shoulder blades (specifically so I couldn’t reach it… bastards) and that worked a little. But now I’m getting itchy and scratchy again.

What do we need fleas for anyway? I understand that there are many creepy, crawly creatures out there that I may hate but that we need – bees, spiders, and the like – but fleas? What positive thing do they actually do? I can’t think of anything, so I may have mom drop the nuclear flea bomb on them sometime this week (that is, the evil flea fogger that kills ‘em dead). It means we have to clear out the place, dogs cats and humans alike so it’s a pain (well, for them – I like getting out and about).

I will keep you informed of my progress…

Love,

Bogart

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Ok, I feel like crap.  Mom was pointing the camera in my face but lets just say that I didn’t feel much like being photographed (odd, I know).  I think my fur looks funny after a day of recouperation.

Yes, I did have another foxtail, it’s official.  I got to see my very favorite vet again, and was all excited when he came into the room.  Until I realized that this meant I was going back to the place with the mask that makes me all woozy.  And then waking up with my paw hurting more than it did when I went in, and all confused.

Luckily mom didn’t make me wait long, she came and scooped me up not long after I woke up.  I was so excited to see her I almost busted a stitch or two.  Whew – I didn’t – so we went outside where I quickly took the opportunity to poop.  Then she helped me get into the Bogart-mobile and took me right home.  I’m on happy puppy pain medication now, so I’m sleepy and suddenly that throbbing in my paw doesn’t seem so bad…

More tomorrow on the evils of foxtails once I wake up (I anticipate LOTS of sleeping)…

Love,

Bogart

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Ah, crap.

Looks like I may have another foxtail – this time in my other front paw, just between my toes, exactly like the last one. How is that even possible? Mom checks me thoroughly every single time we come home after a walk. I could feel something kinda growing for the last few days and was licking my paw, even mom noticed and was trying to trim the fur between my toes to see what I was trying to get at. But it looked like nothing, however it didn’t feel like nothing.

And now today it’s all puffy again. Just like the last one. Except on the other paw. Mom and dad are going to wait a little this time to see if it tries to come out on it’s own so that I can avoid another surgery.

I wonder if we still have any socks left…

Love,

Bogart

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Did you try to get on this blog yesterday?

If you did, you may have noticed that instead of seeing my handsome mug you saw an all-white screen with these large words:

403 Forbidden

Sounds ominous, doesn’t it?  It was just a minor screwup with my hosting company, but it definitely got me nervous…

So for everyone who was afraid that you couldn’t get your daily Bogie Fix, I’m here for you.

Love,

Bogart

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