Day 874: [Not Really Even Close To] Wordless Wednesday

Most excellent surprise when the Mom came home at 2pm!!!

Me and the Big Boy, in spite of the dreary and drizzlin skies, were happy to conduct some businesses!

 I surveyed all the corners of the yard and then had enough of the drizzle...

Please to the Mom, twist the nob and push open the door. Hint Hint. Nudge Nudge. 

Wif the joy in all our hearts, she did!!! But then...It was a disappointment when Ole Gal leave us just firty minutes later...

And an awful surprise when the Mom arrived back home two and a half hours LATER THAN USUAL!!! I was NOT happy, and I gave her a wee bit of the cold shoulder. Just sayin.

O yeah, she's full of the excuses. You see, my the Mom is an architect, and from time to time when she finks we need the extra green papers... she seeks out extra aka 'moonlight' work. Allegedly... that is why she was late gettin home tonight. 

The fact that she come home wif the unfaifful smells of the Biscuit and Humphrey (i.e. golden retriever and golden retriever mix)... is mere coincidence. So the Mom says...

Day 688: Stitchless Saturday

Biggest news of the day is that the Luke is now once more stitchless... and out of his cloves! Sorry Ladies, but I will hopefully not be wearin the t-shirts again for a long, long time!


Yep, we wake up early, eat the breakfasts and me and the Mom take off on a excursion, what unfortunately land me at the Doctor Mark's place wif the Sweet Arleen pluckin on me! Good part is that it look good to her and bad part is I am cleared for a baff.

Me and my brother the Bleu, we just hang out wif the Mom today and did not  do much else.

We watch the Mom chores, a little tv and we all took a nap. It has been a bit dark wif just a few spots of the sunshine... and that has made for good squirrel chasin conditions! Shoot, I almost caught two of those bad boys today!

And now for a little confession, a little heart to heart wif my friends... You know, I have been takin a bit o grief bout hoggin compy, bout not givin more cyber time to my brother the Bleu... As you all know, he is Big Boy of few words, but gosh he does have the handsomeness and huge sense of humor! 

So... One day soon, I am gonna have to take a few days off from the compy, and leave it to his charge. Big Boy kinda prefer nap over compy time, so we gonna have to hop him up on the berry treats... and let him post bout a million pitchers of heself!

Now you are wonderin, what in the world will the Luke do in the meantime? Sit on he paws? Suck on he toys?

No... I will most likely be helpin the Bleu wif he blog. After all, there is a bag of berry treats just eight inches from the keyboard!

[Bloggin make a boy hungry!]

And speakin of bloggin... I am very excited to participate in the first "The Saturday Pet Blogger Hop"!

This is goin to be a weekly event and a ton of FUN! To find out how you can pawticipate, please click the link on my sidebar! It will take you to Life With Dogs [don your crash helmet] where Nigel's two legger will explain the details! Have fun makin new friends!

Day 683: Celebration... Wif Sides

Monday mornin is brought to the Mom by a short weekend full o the celebratin life along wif the huge sides of worry & also sweepwessness... Not endorsin. Just sayin.

My the Mom played "the tape" in her head, on "loop"... you know the mental one, in which the Doctor Mark describe the growf he took outta my mouf... at least five hunderd times. That tape went a little like this:

"pea size growf... gumline at molar... might be epulis... concern is that is pigmented... epulis typically are  not... the Luke history... I was concerned and removed it... then I rolled him over to look on other side... see similar but smaller growf on other side, same place... keep in mind that it would be more than extremely rare coincidence for dog to grow twin tumors... please don't lose sweep over it"

What worry the Mom is what she know for sure... The Luke is one of a kind!

And lose sweep she did!!!

But today, the Doctor Mark deliver the Happy News...!!! The growf is, indeed, an epulis! Nuffin to worry about! Nuffin to sweat! Nuffin to lose the sleep over! But... Ever single fing to waller in!

And scoot across the yard, chin first... in!

Yep... Celebration in order! We are very feelin super fortunate, super lucky! Yep... we havin a ball... the very best kinda ball!

I love the life! I really do! And this past few days just reinforce all reasons why I greet the most ever day activities wif the eagerness!

I am happy boy. My life is full o the goodness. And I just can't get enough o it!

Speakin of the Happy... Is it time for the foods???

I only ask on a counta one of my very most favoritest fings about life... is the food bag... you know Breakfasts... Lunches... Dinners... Snacks! Just sayin!

Now the important stuff... Many fanks to all of you for your well wishes, your prayers, your foughts... your candles lit. Your support means the world. I am full o the confidence, but my the Mom often clings to your words of encouragement and hope. And I fank you.

Wif all my heart, I fank you.

Day 680: After Words

Today is a beautiful new day!

My breakfast foods were served in two parts... I feel much better wif FULL cup in my belly! And I hold it down, you better believe!

I do not feel bad... I just do not feel totally myself.

I am not energetic, but I am VERY attentive to my the Mom... !

VERY best fing about today is that she cater to my every single whim! No question asked.

I am required to don the t-shirt. I'm still a bit groggy, so back leg for now is not wrapped in the big sock.

T-shirt not so bad. Does not impede the shnoofin.

Really does not.

I make the best of ALL circumstances... And come in when called!

The Bleu has gotten A LOT of attention, especially from my the Mom in the last few days, but if you read my posts... you might fink he is deprived... so here is the him, happy that the Luke is not on he tail, in he shadow, sharin he limelight... Just sayin.   

 

Outside is good. I enjoy it. And I fank you.

Now let's discuss MY MEAL SCHEDULE!!!

Day 679: No Breakfasts = Surgery

[What follows here is my Dear Diary entry from the Day 679 along wif some pitchers from previous week.]

330am
Wake up. Come to side of bed for bedtime story... you know, the one where I came to live here wif the Mom. Love the story and the ear and chin lovins. Hop on bed for more.

630am
Accordin to my calculations, it Fursday, we still in the big bed and that mean one fing: Mom Vacation Day!

700am
We get up and I am Happy Boy as all ways! I run outside and then run back in, excited for the servin of the breakfast foods!!!

710am
Instead of preparin the breakfast foods, the Mom gets in the shower. Some fing is up on a counta she super clean the Mom and all, but she never put the personal hygeine before the Luke's empty tummy. Just sayin.

740am
It has become obvious to me that the Mom is takin me and only me to the IHOP, as we board the trolley... and leave the Bleu behind!

 

755am
We are turnin left into NOT IHOP! And whie I do not like what I fink this means, I will hope for and make the best out of this little visit to...

800am
Doctor Mark is real swell fellow. And while I prefer my friends be a baker or fireman or florist or any fing other than the Luke doctor... I really do like him a lot. In fact, I just happen to have wif me "a mix tape", a CD actually, of the music I listen to durin funder storms... on a counta he live wif a Golden who finks funder is four letter word, too!

So yeah yeah... all that said does NOT mean that I frilled to see him... but I am not altogether upset that he hug and feel on me, while talkin nicely to my the Mom... but then we all walk toward the back, and I look back to see the Mom stop and say... i'm a sweet boy she loves me ... and amongst my panicked foughts I fink...

I wish I was home wif the itty bitty piggy, dreamin of bacon...

Or better yet... at IHOP lappin a lip over a Rooty Tooty Fresh N Fruity. Just sayin.

905am

Nappin peacefully but can hear the Doctor Mark talkin to my the Mom, explainin fings... Original lump was subaceous cyst, removed. Lipoma next to it, removed. Lump in abdomen, good concise aspirate... show lipoma, left alone. Luke docile so Doctor Mark decide to clean toofies. Find small pea size growf and remove it. It prolly epulis but it pigmented, so let's send it off and be sure, but don't loose sweep over it...

[I must be COMPLETELY out of it on a counta there is NO possible way the Doctor Mark fink he can EVER convince the Mom NOT to lose the sweep over THAT kinda news. Pray Fret Toss Turn Pray Fret Toss Turn Fret Pray. Just sayin.]

I hear him say the Luke can go home around lunch time. And then I go back to finkin of bacon.

1212pm

I ask the Katherine, who is Doctor Mark's Assistant and who I love a lot... to please call my the Mom and tell her I am ready to go home. She quickly does, and my the Mom says she is on her way though I can barely hear that over my own self barkin. Just sayin.

1255pm

I am busted outta the slammer. I won't look the Mom in the face on a counta it is good for her to consider all that has transpired. Yep. Just sayin.

115pm

The Bleu greeted me at the door wif a very gentle "where * have you been" and I reply wif an equally gentle "leave me * alone".

I quickly wanted to go outside. Peed. Pooped. Came back inside. 5 hour napped.

630pm

Please feed me. Please give me the waters. I know I am still spittin up, but I am hungry and firsty... ok, mostly hungry.

845 pm
Bedroom doors are shuttin now and I am reluctantly scurryin in. I know the Mom knows how hungry I am... but I do not understand why she will not give me the foods. This is *. Just sayin.

900 pmThe Mom is sayin heavy prayers over me. I am calm. I am relaxed... hungry, but relaxed. I will most definitely bring up the servin of foods wif the mornin light. For sure.  

Day 610: Cones, T-Shirts, Infection and Trust

Ok, so some of you have asked my the Mom, how in the world is the Luke???

Well... I have not been feelin particularly bad, mind you... but I have not felt like my usual happy, energetic, mischievous self. I mean... how good can a boy feel when he is either in a t-shirt or a cone... and all ways on BIG aunty-biotics??? Just sayin.

I grateful to get my stitches out on Day 597, on a counta I fought it meant my days ON the aunty-biotics and IN the t-shirt and cone were numbered! But then came the realization... my bobo was not gettin any better, in fact... it was gettin worse.

You see, my scar swelled up wif big lumps all along it. And just the few minutes that my the Mom would be in shower, I would go after it wif the lick, lick, lick.

So... On Day 608, what was Wordless (and also postless) Wednesday, I go back to to see the Doctor Mark. And from the Luke perspective... It was not good!

You see, he confirm that the several swollen lumps are same as the one infected tissue lump that was removed. And for icin on cake of misery, I have now created a lick granuloma at lower end of scar.

So... in recognition of my lickin efforts, Doctor Mark took me to back room... and shot my scar up and down wif the cortisone, to reduce swellin and also the itchin. This was painful for boaf the me... and also the Mom.

Me, on a counta... ouch Ouch OUCH!

The Mom, on a counta... she could hear me whinin and whimperin and SCREAMIN!

And when I was delivered back to the sweet her, we was boaf in tears and I near bout crawled right up in her the lap. I had very cute star spangled bandage, and she just as I... was a sight for sore eyes. I do love that woman, and greatly admire her ability to drive us the #@** away from there and back home! 

I will be takin aunty-biotic (only aunt who I do not love) for MANY more days and/or weeks. I will continue to be in cone when the Mom is not home... and now I have found myself outside the Circle of Trust when the Mom take a shower. I am either in t-shirt or cone. And I am sad... pathetic, really.

Now, don't get me wrong... of all the fings in world I can be sufferin from, I will take this above most all others. It just that, for record, I do not like the t-shirts and most specially not the cone!

Day 597: Sad-urday

This day start wif the sunshine of high hope but soon became cloudied wif the dark clouds of sadness... what build and build and build today.

So if I begin at the beginnin of my day... my the Mom, as is usual these days, did not sweep. She woke up at 230am and she fretted and she worried and she wished she was at least two separate people (her bosses prolly have the same dream)... I kinda wish she was, too... on a counta holy bjeebers, maybe they could work split shifts! Just sayin.

But anyway, we are not sleep satisfied, but we get up early, though none of our hearts are truly in it... and that is unusual, specially for me and the Mom.

You see... typically my internal time clock say 430 am is time to get on big bed for some lovin, what is hopefully followed soon thereafter by the breakfast foods! And coincidentally, this is bout time the Mom typically start shiftin her position a bit, not quite ready to get up... but startin to fink a bout it!

All that said and more...when day start before 10am, you are killin the Bleu wif the early mornin reveille... but he DOES drag he big butt up and participate, just a bit.

But Today... we get up early on a counta I have to get my sutures removed... and the Clinic did not have an available appointment, so we had to arrive early and remain on standby.

I was frilled to be goin on a early mornin venture, was pretty sure it was IHOP but was sorely disappointed. Wait time wasn't bad... and I receive a A+ for good behavior while there!

And that's kinda point where fings started goin sour... I guess doctor did not like how my bobo looks. My time on antibiotics will be extended... they say 10 days past the point it looks normal. Right now, it looks so bad... I can't imagine the day it will look normal.

And so shall be my days in the cone, and my nights in the tee...

And here is the Bleu... and he finkin and frettin bout what next for the Luke. My the Mom need to talk him frew some issues... on a counta Big Boy is sweetest boy in town... and he big on the empaffy. If I got least bit of fing goin on... Big Boy gonna take it on!

So I say all that to say this...

It is honorable to give of your MOMself on a counta love.

But when your MOMself is not good enough for the takin'... Is it dishonorable to suck your MOMself back in????? This is a sincere question, because MOMself tears... are the worst.

Day 593: GOOD NEWS!!!

Staph infection is rarely good news... but when compared to the BIG C, we frow big party for the STAFFF!!! Just sayin.

Big party goin on here on a counta I am out of my E-Collar cone... but I am now hindered by my t-shirt!

The Mom... she finks I am super cute in my t-shirt... And the Bleu, he is jealous!

I feel so sad in my t-shirt, and yet so very fankful that the cone is at my nose and not over my neck!

My the Mom finks I am so very cute in her very favorite t-shirt... but I fink not. And I pout. Why else would I leave my nose four inches from the cone of shame???

Ok, I rise above the shame.

I relish big bed wif the Piggy... and also the two headed reindeer who now still has boaf of he heads but only one hat. Just sayin.

'Relish' is key word.

And 'Relaxed' is what we are...

The Bleu... he is upset! He long for the ordinary ever single day! He a "don't mess wif the Egg-McMuffin or Big Mac" kinda boy! He don't like 'homey' in a t-shirt... or nuffin else. It just the way that Sweet Boy be!

But here he is a relaxin wif the Mom re-assurin him! And by way... he is such silly boy in the yard! It take seein the rake for the him to come in and chill. Just sayin. 

Life's good round here, and I leave you wif this...

Fank you all for your thoughts and prayers! I'm grateful to you and St Francis... again! I love you all!!!!!