From The Bottom of My Sweet Heart...

Day 890: More Walks And The Bird!

After the burst of activity in the Kitchen... came a lull. I'm not sure what to make of it, but I like the aromas that are waftin... and so I was a bit reluctant to head out for a little outdoor time.

And here I am... "tangled up in Bleu"!

 And Cousin Atlas... or Atty, as my the Mom calls him. He's checkin it all out...

 Just like me and the Bleu check our return trip tickets and boardin passes. Check. Check. Check. Check.

We are havin the time of our lives and hope it will last Forever, but we also adore the concept of the trolley... and we're kinda fond of it's driver. Just sayin.

 Samwiched between the Bleu and his Girlfriend, the Porter!

 No denyin... She's a gorgeous girl!!!

 And now... I present Master Chef Tom (of Mister T Day Spa fame)... and The Bird!

Note: It is not me who is inches from the bird. It is DaKota-Bear... but he's not the only one wif a keen interest... Left to right Goldens: Buddy, Dakota, Dylan. And Atlas rounds out the lower portion of the pitcher.

And at a somewhat respectful distance away... is the me! 

 My proximity is governed by my the Mom and not my interest or enfusiasm! Just sayin. 

And she is distractin me wif all the pitcher takin... 

 Meanwhile, the Bleu is scared of the Kitchen... but he is excited wif the aromas and the sounds he hears!

 An...ti...ci....

 pa...tion...

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Fanksgivin Meal!!!
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And the aftermaff...

 Cleanin the Kitchen might not be so interestin, but the puttin up of the leftovers... Yahoo!!!

 Swing to the left...

 And as all ways... I maintain my postition in the Kitchen!!!

Happy Chock Full-o-the Fankfulness Friday! You're at the top of my list!!!

Day 887: Busy-Ness

Rare is the day when we are too busy to take pitchers, but today has been action packed! And in keepin wif the blurry pheme of yesterday, here is me in a hurry to come in for the dinner foods. Note my sweet tongue!

Some fing is definitely up round here on a counta my the Mom is hustlin round the kitchen mixin this and rubbin that, pullin pans outta the cabinets and missed-elaneous whatnot.

Please know that I mean this wif all due respect[?]... but my the Mom is NOT a cook!!! So as I watch all the commotion wif her bakin this and cookin that, I just feel like God knows she needs my help!!!

Fact that I smell bacon bacon Bacon BACON means that she needs REAL help. And as hard as I've tried to dance between the Mom and the cooktop... she has requested even harder that I move!

Fine. Here I am in the hall. I am still a matter of two feet from the kitchen. And the first morsel or bit I hear drop to the floor... I'm there!

My the Cousin John just came by to rub my sweet head [and ok, the Bleu's teu] and visit for a while. He brought in a duffle bag, and left it in that other room wif a bed. I guess he's comin back on a counta the Mom gave him a key!

This MUST be a piece to the Surprise puzzle!!! Either the Mom is preparin the Fanksgivin foods for her favorite [two legged] nephew, or... like some times in the past, my Cousin John is takin a break from the apartment livin and stretchin out at our house! Odd fing is, and I don't know why... but we usually leave so he can stretch out into the whole house! What is up wif that???! I guess we just wait and see what tomorrow brings...

Until then, you can find me somewhere between the peanut butter cookie (from scratch) aroma and cooked bacon smell in the kitchen! There are other olfactory delights, but they are not nearly so seductive!


Happy Day Before The Day Before Fanksgivin! I am makin my Fankful list... and when I reflect on it, I realize I am one Lucky Luke... And my Friends are at the top of my list!!!


My the Mom finks she is even luckier, on a counta she has the me and also the Bleu... AND all of Our Wonderful and Supportive Friends! She say she feel blessed. For sure. 

Day 859:

I don't have a lot of time to pose and post this evenin on a counta the Mom is needed at the annual GRRH Membership Meetin to vote on the Officers and the future direction of the organization. [For the record, it is killin her to go off and leave us!]!

And of course, I will be home... Bleu sittin.

I just wanted to let you know that I am feelin well. I have been served the tasty dinner foods what I did devour wif the joy. I have been shnoofin and patrollin the perimeter...

Lookin for this and that...

And I even filmed a Workout Video!
[Stay tuned!]

And now I must be off to help the Mom enjoy her dinner foods.
She likes the attention. Just sayin!

Much fanks to all of you for all the ways you are helpin
Team Luke and the Love Protocol!
We love you all!!!

Day 853: Workout Wednesday... And Just a Few Words!

Check out my latest Workout Video!

Much heart felt fanks to each and every one of you for liftin me and my the Mom's spirits each day! Your outpourin of love and support means the absolute world to us! And very special fank you to Mayzie and Miss Sugar [Wish I was there to nurse her paw!] for touchin my heart wif your sweet blog posts. Fanks to all my special friends, Team Luke and the Love Protocol has shifted into overdrive!

Day 624: Fankful Friday

I am a lucky boy, and I know it!

For starters, my leg is almost completely well! Today was the first day I have been home alone (wif the Bleu) wifout cone on my head, and so I plan big surprise for the Mom... I was a GOOD BOY!!!

Earlier in week, the Mom order somefin what she do not need but just want real bad and it come today... she say she wish it say "Lucky Mom", on a counta she got the lovin of her "Ides of March" boy, the Luke!

Speakin of "Lucky Dog"... This has been a very fun and special week, on a counta the super sweet electronic mail correspondence I have been swappin wif the irresistable Miss Merdie! 

I've made no secret how I feel about my beaWOOtiful girls in Pawsylvania, those khute khousins... Miss Merdie and Miss Khyra!

These pretty girls some time leave me in a quandry... had I rather be a chair or a frow rug??? I fink a frow rug... on a counta I love me some chins!

Yes O Yes, I'm feelin like SUCH a lucky boy... because I'm closin in on a Big Ides of March Birfday Celebration!

And then also because...

This afternoon, the Mom fumbled the Bleu's phenobarbitol pill onto the floor. It bounced once, I recovered and swallowed it in one fell swoop.

The Mom called the Aunt Karen. The Mom called the vet. Noone seems very concerned... except the Mom.

She make me do jumping jacks for an hour and a half... and then she walk round and round the house in circles for nother hour, wif the Girl Scout cookies in her hand. Of course, I follow her... I not get drowsy ever when Girl Scout cookies involved!!! It 9pm now, and I am beggin the Mom...

I not drowsy... It just big bed time! 

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 589: Rest Work Rest Work Day

I am restin today... and my the Mom is workin from our the home today!

I am bit disappointed on a counta I fink she might be able to rest wif the me... but she break news to me that she can not. Work is very tenous right now. You got it, you be fankful for it. And you pray it come again to the morrow on a counta good chance it will not.

Sigh.

O Ok-the-well... I will lay down on this cold floor and suffer the consequences of her commitment to and gratitude for her the work... consequences of which, she remind me... include the roof over my head, the foods in my bowl and the berry treats at my the back door.

Gosh... I love it when she work!

Just sayin.

Day 575: Prayers Again, Please.

My brother the Bleu was up for annual visit to the Doctor Mark and so upholdin our solidarity pact, I go along wif the him today in support...

And while I really love the Katherine (she is swell!), I got pretty upset when she take the Bleu into the back room... One, I have been back there and two, I know what happens. Free, I might be next!!! Just sayin.

I hide ever which way I can fink of... and once I sniff air outta exam room, I start on the lobby!

"Gosh, the Mom... what are they doin to the Bleu??? He been back there forever!"

"In case you forget... this is the door outta here. Follow the me!"

"I fink they take the Bleu for the long very special walk... Why don't we go catch up wif the him???"

I guess I should spend less time worryin bout where the Bleu is and more time wonderin what bout to happen to the me.

And so I must tell you.. I have lump what has arisen over the holidays... on my left arm (front leg). It is in a location where I have had noted dermatitis, and not far from one of my last surgical removals...

Doctor Mark, he feel it... and decide he take quick aspiration. I am not happy but also not uber ticked bout the procedure. The waitin for results, though, does make me nervous.

I love and I trust Doctor Mark and here is what he told me and the Mom:

• No mast cells were seen in the slide, but that does not mean that they aren't present... it just means they weren't present in the limited needle probed area.
• Neotrophils... inflammatory cells... were found.
• Other unidentifiable cells were noted.
• He was unable to identify the growth with certainty. Given the Luke's history, this lump should be removed soon... while it is small enough to be removed, as on the leg... removals are difficult.
• He doesn't think it's a Mast Cell Tumor, or a cancer... but there is enough of an uncertainty to recommend its removal.
• He is leaving a RX for cortizone in the event that the aspiration irritated a Mast Cell Tumor. As I well know... they get ticked off at the least little squeezin and other... so I am hopin all remains the same frew the night and the day tomorrow. Just sayin.

The surgery has not been scheduled just yet... but I ask you once more to hold me in your prayers. I know you are growin tired of prayin for the me... bu please know that my gratitude is bountiful and burstin at the seams!