I have been looking at the snOHMYDOG! pictures of my mid-Atlantic furrends. My dog cousins Phoebe and Carrie in the mythical land of New Jersey are enjoying their fluffy white stuff, and I admit I am a little jealous.
But down here in the land of Mobile, Babablama, Mardi Paws is in full swing. (Technically, it's Carnival season, but around here the whole season, not just Fat Tuesday, is referred to as Mardi Paws.) Many of you probably associate Mardi Paws with New Orleans, but in fact Mobile has been celebrating Mardi Paws since 1703. If you are interested in learning more about Mardi Paws in Mobile, there is an interesting documentary called The Order of Myths.
During this time of year there are lots of parades and balls. (Mom says that the balls are actually big parties, not balls that you can chase.) The day of Mardi Paws itself, lots of people (even my mom) have the day off work. Mom, who is not from here, has always called that day Shrove Tuesday or Pancake Day, and has celebrated by going to eat pancakes at church, but since she moved here she has had to make her own pancakes at home before going downtown to the parades.
This year is extra special because those New Orleans SAINTS are in the SUPER BOWL during MARDI PAWS! The Saints are the closest NFL team to Mobile, and there are a lot of people from New Orleans who now live in Mobile (especially after Katrina), so all around town you can see the fleur de lis and signs that say GEAUX SAINTS or WHO DAT? Woohoo GEAUX SAINTS!
So we don't have any fluffy white stuff that falls from the skies, but you do have to watch out for falling "throws" - beads, cups, coins, stuffed animals, candy, and Moon Pies!
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Reconsidering
Hi guys!
I thought that PLAN of mine was quite brilliant but a bunch of you disagree. I started to question it when not one but nine Sibes AND Dennis the Vizsla voiced their concerns. I don't want to upset my mom any more so I am going to try not to have any more weird seize-her episodes.
I met mom at the door when she came home to let her know. She was a bit surprised because when she left I was in my crate... and even more surprised when she looked at the crate and saw it was still latched! A magician never tells his secrets!
I thought that PLAN of mine was quite brilliant but a bunch of you disagree. I started to question it when not one but nine Sibes AND Dennis the Vizsla voiced their concerns. I don't want to upset my mom any more so I am going to try not to have any more weird seize-her episodes.
I met mom at the door when she came home to let her know. She was a bit surprised because when she left I was in my crate... and even more surprised when she looked at the crate and saw it was still latched! A magician never tells his secrets!
Monday, February 1, 2010
My PLAN!
You guys all know that I love to go to the V-E-T. There are so many pretty vet techs to flirt with, a lot of interesting smells, and lots of attention for ME. Well, I was looking in the phone book the other day and realized just how many V-E-Ts there are in this town - and I had been to hardly ANY of them.
Sure, I go see my buddies at my regular vet at least twice a year, plus a few more times for boarding. And I did have that big adventure to the animal ER back in July. Oh, and I got to visit my V-E-T's father, who is also a V-E-T, that Saturday a few months back when I ate a whole bottle of fish oil capsules. But still! Imagine how many vet techs I have not yet flirted with!
Clearly, I needed to come up with a plan. So last Thursday evening, while Mom was vacuuming, I decided to go into convulsions. It worked! Mom scooped me up and took me to the car and went zooming out of our subdivision and across the street to another V-E-T, who is open until midnight. And they gave me lots of attention and some neurological tests and x-rays and stole some of my blood. They said that it didn't seem like I'd gotten into something toxic (my bloods were pretty much normal) and I wasn't showing any signs of having inflammation around my brain, but to be safe they treated me for both, keeping me overnight to give me fluids before sending me home with some steroids.
OMDOG it was such an adventure and I had so much fun but my Mom was maybe not having so much fun?!? And she has been talking on the phone lots with both V-E-Ts and they have been saying stuff about maybe a seize-her disorder?!? I don't know what that is about but I do know that MOM has said I am not ALLOWED to have any more emergencies and that she is onto my PLAN and I am going to have to get a J-O-B to start paying these BILLS. Sheesh, she is just no FUN!
Sure, I go see my buddies at my regular vet at least twice a year, plus a few more times for boarding. And I did have that big adventure to the animal ER back in July. Oh, and I got to visit my V-E-T's father, who is also a V-E-T, that Saturday a few months back when I ate a whole bottle of fish oil capsules. But still! Imagine how many vet techs I have not yet flirted with!
Clearly, I needed to come up with a plan. So last Thursday evening, while Mom was vacuuming, I decided to go into convulsions. It worked! Mom scooped me up and took me to the car and went zooming out of our subdivision and across the street to another V-E-T, who is open until midnight. And they gave me lots of attention and some neurological tests and x-rays and stole some of my blood. They said that it didn't seem like I'd gotten into something toxic (my bloods were pretty much normal) and I wasn't showing any signs of having inflammation around my brain, but to be safe they treated me for both, keeping me overnight to give me fluids before sending me home with some steroids.
OMDOG it was such an adventure and I had so much fun but my Mom was maybe not having so much fun?!? And she has been talking on the phone lots with both V-E-Ts and they have been saying stuff about maybe a seize-her disorder?!? I don't know what that is about but I do know that MOM has said I am not ALLOWED to have any more emergencies and that she is onto my PLAN and I am going to have to get a J-O-B to start paying these BILLS. Sheesh, she is just no FUN!
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Diplomacy revisited
Remember how my cat sister Mehitabel and I reached an agreement regarding the big bed? It was a good agreement, but we weren't quite satisfied. Mehitabel wanted more space in the bed. And guess what! So did I! Since our initial efforts at diplomacy were so successful we went back to the negotiating table. So we pawed out a NEW plan for the big bed.
Mom has been spending a lot of time in that big bed lately because she had some kid knee infection (she seemed to be walking okay to me and she's not really a kid, so WFT?!?) and then the medicine her V-E-T gave her made her feel even worse. So it's a really good thing the C-A-T and I had this new bed treaty in place so that we wouldn't be bickering while she was resting. Because of our hard work resting with her, she's well along the road to recovery now.
Mom has been spending a lot of time in that big bed lately because she had some kid knee infection (she seemed to be walking okay to me and she's not really a kid, so WFT?!?) and then the medicine her V-E-T gave her made her feel even worse. So it's a really good thing the C-A-T and I had this new bed treaty in place so that we wouldn't be bickering while she was resting. Because of our hard work resting with her, she's well along the road to recovery now.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Tomorrow!
Hey guys!
Do you know what tomorrow is? It's my gotcha day! Two years ago I adopterated my mom - she was a rescue.
Mom let me have one of my presents early - a knuckle bone!
Knuckle bones make me go crazy!
Do you know what tomorrow is? It's my gotcha day! Two years ago I adopterated my mom - she was a rescue.
Mom let me have one of my presents early - a knuckle bone!
Knuckle bones make me go crazy!
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Games for rainy days
Hi evfurrybody!
It was a rainy day today. I don't like the rain. But I have a good game I like to play on rainy days.
First, I go stand by the back door and ask to be let out. When Mom opens the door, I look outside, and put my head down and back away. Bonus points for giving an accusatory look to Mom - she could stop all this rain if she wanted to! I do this several times, until Mom is saying stuff like she's fed up and "Get your furry butt out there, mister!" Then, a few minutes later, I go to the front door and do the same thing. OMDOG this game is totally fun!
Mom and I want to mention that there are many worthy charities helping out with Haiti earthquake relief. Doctors without Borders is one of Mom's favorites that she has supported on an ongoing basis, so that's why we singled it out in our last post.
It was a rainy day today. I don't like the rain. But I have a good game I like to play on rainy days.
First, I go stand by the back door and ask to be let out. When Mom opens the door, I look outside, and put my head down and back away. Bonus points for giving an accusatory look to Mom - she could stop all this rain if she wanted to! I do this several times, until Mom is saying stuff like she's fed up and "Get your furry butt out there, mister!" Then, a few minutes later, I go to the front door and do the same thing. OMDOG this game is totally fun!
Mom and I want to mention that there are many worthy charities helping out with Haiti earthquake relief. Doctors without Borders is one of Mom's favorites that she has supported on an ongoing basis, so that's why we singled it out in our last post.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
World Affairs Wednesday
We don't have a lot of green papers, but we gave what we could to one of our favorite charities, Doctors without Borders. Think of it as being from one DWB to another.
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