22 Days of Thankful: Day 7

7. Car rides

Whoa man, do I love car rides! I love when my people ask, "Mister, do you want to go for a car ride?" What do they expect me to say? "Nah, I'll stay here all by my lonesome while you two have all the adventures without me."? NO! Car rides are like walks--they take you on adventures. Usually our adventures lead us to the drive-thru. Sometimes to the Barkery. A few times a year, we go on really long car rides and end up at one of my Grandma's house or at a hotel or at Mom's family's cabin in Canada.

On my very first car ride (second if you don't count my trip home). We went all the way to Canada! I told Dad I'd drive.

                                            

After a long ride, it's good to get our and stretch your legs!

Once, our adventure took us to Starbucks and I got a puppy latte!

Mom and Dad were washing the car. I saw the open door and thought we were going. Boo!

22 Days of Thankful: Day 6

6. Walks

Hopefully I didn't send anyone into a zoomie by actually saying that instead of spelling, but I'm very thankful for them. Not only are they great exercise so I can maintain my ruff and tumble puppy dog physique, but there are so many adventures to be had: people and puppies to meet, kitty cats and birds to follow, smells to smell, things to leave pee-mails on. Whew! And the people need their exercise as well.

Rain, snow, or sun, my mom takes me on a walk EVERY day.  We once even accidentally walked during a tornado watch (she didn't look at the weather before we left).

22 Days of Thankful

Hi friends!
My mom had a great idea while we were on my W-A-L-K this morning. That's when she gets all her great ideas, but this time she actually remembered it. Since everyone is posting on her Facebook about the things they're thankful for during November, she thought I could do the same thing with my blog. I have lots to be thankful for, but I think I'll just stick to until Thanksgiving. Since we're a little behind, I'll try to catch up!

1. My mommy and daddy.
    I love my mommy. Like a whole lot. I tolerate my dad, but I really like in the mornings when he rubs on my belly and then gets me breakfast. I also like when he plays "Get the bone" with me.

2. My bed
    Last Christmas I got a new bed. It's big and super soft and has the perfect sides for me to lay my head on. But mostly, I'm thankful have a bed. I had a foster mom before my parents found me and before THAT, I didn't have a bed. Mom and Dad don't like to think about that. I don't either.

3. My bone
    I love this thing! I've chewed through lots of them, but we go get another one at the shelter I came from. I get to say hi to everyone while I'm there and they say I'm still the cutest ever.  My dad and I play a great game called "Get the bone" and I have to wrestle it away from him. I've learned lots of tricks from trying to get it like roll over and play dead!

4. Blankets
    Sometimes the blankets on our couch misbehave and I have to rearrange them. Sometimes that takes a really long time and my people start laughing at me because I keep fighting them. But eventually, they give up and succumb to my will. They're super great for laying on and sometimes I snuggle under them (see #2).

under...

or over, I don't care, as long as it's a blanket!

5. Naps
    Finally (for now), I'm thankful for naps. They're probably the greatest part of my weekends. And days. And nights.

Zombies!

Hi friends!

This was the best weekend ever! Well, except for the part where one night my people left me home all by myself to eat and chase zombies. I didn't like that part. But I DID love hanging out on the couch all day Saturday while Mom did work for her school and Dad napped and watched football. Those days should be every day.

Anyway, my town really likes Halloween. There's all kinds of activities happening. I'm not sure why they like it so much, since Halloween is the worst holiday ever, but they do. Humans just can't be explained. Sunday night was my town's annual Thriller parade. For 11 years (that's more than me!) a local dance studio has taught people the dance to Michael Jackson's Thriller and they re-enact the music video downtown as zombies. It's tons of fun. So many people this year signed up, they actually had 3 stations for the parade and we were right by one!

Looking down the street at the Kentucky Theater, where Michael normally appears.

Me and my people

Roller zombie

I got cold, so Dad let me in his giant coat!

The mounted police dressed up like the Headless Horseman. I just wanted to say hi to the horsie!

Michael and the girl

Michael's got moves

Zombies!!!!

Run Michael!

Whew! That was close! Mom said she'll have to teach me to walk like a zombie next year and maybe I can be in the parade. No thanks Mom. I'll admire the zombies from a distance. And for any fur-ends that might be scared--they're not REAL zombies. Just humans dressed up as them. 

My mom and dad both went to a school called Transylvania. You know with a name like that, they have to have lots of Halloween fun! Mom could tell stories, but this is MY blog, Mom.  One of the newer traditions is "Pumpkin Mania" where students, teachers, and staff all carve pumpkins and they light them on the steps of the famous building on campus.

Here they all are

and me posing with them.

And that's why this was the best weekend ever!

Ms. Lacey

Hi friends!
I'm not sure if my mommy mentioned this or not, or if you saw the badge on my sidebar, but I'm a blogger for Ms. Lacey! Her blog is all about dogs and dog health and information and funny dog stories. I posted over there today about the worst holiday in the world, so go check it out and leave me nice comments. Maybe if I get lots, I can win a treat bag!

Sickies and Parties

Hi friends!
Mom already told you about my yuckiness. It was no fun, let me tell you! I had to go to the V-E-T and I had to go to the back exam rooms. Nothing good EVER happens in those back rooms. The V-E-T tech said they had a 100 pound lab lock his legs just like me and had to be carried back there. Smart dog. Unfortunately I'm small enough that Mom could just drag me across the floor. Boo.

I had to have a thermometer AND a stick my you-know-where, just like me check-up and I did NOT like that. Then I got shot and he gave my mom two bottles of pills. Luckily, the shot seemed to fix me up pretty quickly, since I didn't have any issues while Mom had to go to work that afternoon. It still took a couple of days for my poops to get to normal and Mom thinks they're still not quite right, but they're at least pick-up-able, which is all she really cares about. She says she'll see how I'm doing once I finish all my pills and see if I have to go back. I hope not!

Either way, thank you for the well-wishes and concern. Grandma offered to come stay with me on Thursday when she and Grandpa were on their way home from vacation, but Mom didn't think I needed them to.

So this has been one of the worst weeks ever, but the weekend was pretty good. Daddy's been sick (not with the same thing), so we've just been hanging out. People came over yesterday for a Halloween party and I showed off my Halloween costume and got pretzels and belly rubs and gave out snuggles. The only bad part has been Mom's been doing a terrible job of staying on the couch where she belongs. Someone needs to knock sense into her!

Thoughts and Prayers Needed

Hi everyone,
Mister's mom here today asking for your thoughts and prayers. Mister's had the D since yesterday morning. We just got home from the V-E-T (an experience I'm sure he'll tell everyone about later) and he has a bacterial infection. Good news, he'll be totally fine. Bad news, we still have to leave him to go work (V-E-T bills don't pay themselves!), so that's hard on everyone. Thanks and have a best day ever!