Aye yii yii
What a few weeks I’ve had.
First, I was a bad girl. I ate the tongue of mama Karyn’s shoes. They were the stinky shoes. I chewed and chewed the tongue. Why? I don’t know. Maybe because they smelled like a stinky mama Karyn.
Then I threw up yellow bile off and on for several days. Mama Karyn kept finding pieces of the chewed up shoe tongue and threw them in the waste basket and I went into the wastebacket and chewed more.
I drove Mama Karyn nuts!
Then I had some leg problems. I am suffering from spinal stenosis. My back legs shake and splay.
One day I was in my favorite spot in the cubby between Karyn’s bathroom and her office. I couldn’t get up. My leg slid under the closet door and I was stuck. I cried out and Karyn came running. She had to climb into the cubby (she was saying too many bad words) and lift me up. She tried to put a towel underneath me and as she lifted me up, I was screaming. When I finally got up I was fine.
Now she blocked off the cubby so I cannot lie there.
The next day I couldn’t get off the cool bedroom floor. Again my back legs were shaking. She helped me up again. My back legs splayed.
By then she was a nervous wreck.
She took me for my monthly acupuncture and cold laser therapy treatment and I feel fine now.
I have searched all over for more shoe tongues but found none.
One day I was sitting on my dog bed in the bedroom and I found Karyn’s pretty beaded sandals. If she didn’t leave her shoes in the middle of the room and instead put them in closet like a neatnik, these things wouldn’t happen. Anyway, I was holding her shoes between my paws marveling at how pretty they were and wondering if the beads tasted good when I was BUSTED.
She came into the bedroom and found me. She said, “OH MY DOG. What are you doing? You are a bad, bad, bad girl!”
Then she grabbed the sandal away from me and put them away.
I just gave her a dumb look.
Love ya, mean it
Oh, Karyn, it sounds like you’ve had a rough week. Glad to hear that Lily’s better again — and that your pretty beaded sandals survived.
Frankie and I had some adventures in health ourselves — he threw up on the carpet and had diarrhea in the bed of the Omni in San Diego (shhh!) — but he’s fine now, too.