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I found out that salt water is really bad for my stomach. The other night (at 1 AM Joan points out) I started barfing in the living room. I had finally eaten my food - which was unfortunate as you might imagine. It was pretty bad with at least 6 or 7 iterations.
Joan tries to get me to not drink the salt water and carries around a water drink thing for me now.
Still loving the beach!
I love the beach! I love the beach! I love the beach!
Swim, swim, swim. Fetch, fetch, fetch. Swim, swim swim.
Smell, smell, smell, smell, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, smell, smell, smell, pee, swim, swim, swim.
breathe.
Drink. Awwww, yuck, that water tastes really really bad. Salty!!!! What's the deal?!
Joan says my nose is bad again. I have another sore on it. Now I guess she's gonna drag me up north to see this other special doctor someone who does dermatology. She says she can't believe there's such a thing , but there is. She also sat on the computer for a long time and she thinks she knows what my problem is - at least one of three choices from a website that lists all sorts of dog-related skin lesion problems. She thinks I need a longer course of antibiotics as the website said to do 4 weeks or at until you think it is cured and then 10 MORE days beyond that. Well, I only had 30 days of eating peanut butter 2x day, so I guess that was not enough. I'm delighted to eat more peanut butter anytime. Yeah for PB. She says the derm doctor costs $105 just to see her. We better have a good time up there!
I would like to say something about the cats. All the CATS. In Austin, there are CATS everywhere. They roam loose - not fair, how come they don't have leashes and people? I guess cuz they're CATS and do their own thing. I guess I would rather be with my person than crouched under a car or alone on a doorstep which is where I see most of the cats around town. Sometimes they are fine and I don't care. Today, I had a stare-down with one on a doorstep and then I pulled really hard to attack. (no, not really, but just a show you know). But Joan wouldn't let me put the show on! She's no fun.
Today was super-duper hot. I'm all for my walk in the evening but nowadays I'm a slow molasses dog since it is 94 out. Joan doesn't seem much faster especially since she arrives home on her bike, dripping sweat off her head. She's a mess but I don't care. It's a walk!
Joan put that cone back on me last night. She took off my collar and gave me some great petting around my neck. mmm, that felt good. But THEN I saw her pull out the cone. No way! I got up and went to the other side of the room. No way!
But it happened. She put it back on me. She was talking on the phone and saying that I have a sore on my nose again - some of it is healing but there's this one spot that I guess is a sore and then it was getting bigger everyday.
Oh well. It's not that big of a deal - I remember how this all works.
Well, this morning something odd happened that drove me pitter pattering into Joan's bedroom with great fear. There was a creature - great or small I don't know - in the house. Luckily for me and Joan it was not IN the house but IN the WALLS of the house. It was still dark out and I heard it. FREEZE! I scampered into Joan's room with great fear. I was whining and looking at her like "Let me up on that bed with you this minute! I'm afraid!" I'm embarrassed to even admit my fear, but dogs can't always be courageous.
She didn't let me up on the bed though she looked, first, a little confused and sleepy, and then second, very intent on listening. She closed the closet door (hopefully in case the animal somehow made it through the wall, she didn't want to greet it). Then she got up and went into the bathroom and listened to claws clawing at the bathtub and wall. Sometimes it sounded like a snake slithering. Other times, it sounded like a huge clawed animal.
Then Joan got the long stick that has a light on the end from under the sink and put her sandals on and went out the front door in her pajamas, and she made me stay inside. She was out there for maybe 3 minutes and then returned. Then she went back into the bathroom and was shining the light on the end of the stick out the window.
Then she let me outside finally to pee and then gave me my breakfast. Then she got back into her bed with that light on the end of the stick with her but not me. She kept the light on in the hallway and I stayed in the living room. I don't want to be near any strange animal except myself!
Life is great now that I don't have my cone on. I'm glad to be rid of that thing! Joan still sprays my nose with stuff that makes my tongue instantly go into licking action. She says i still need fur on my nose but at least it is not a bloody mess. It never bothered me much beyond itching but I guess it looked really bad.
Lately I've been hanging out on Joan's bed or the extra bed while Joan is gone. This is cool cuz I can lounge really really comfortable (why do the humans get better comfyness than we do?) while also looking out the window to check on squirrels and such. As you might imagine, I got caught almost the first day I tried this.
Joan came home and oops, I was so comfortably asleep that I didn't hear her bike roll up, so when she opened the door, it took me a really long time to get out there to greet her. I guess this tipped her off and she was walking around and then was in the bedroom and noticed not only fur on the bed but I had been licking my foot (allergies bothering me again) and in the process of that, I had slobbered all over the sheets and pillow so it was kinda wet. (oops) Damn, why do I always give my sneakiness away through slobber or relocation of shoes etc.?! Joan was kinda mifted cuz she had to change her sheets and remake the bed which she had just done a few days before.
Guess what? She closes the door to the bedroom now. But once she forgot, and I took full advantage again! And yesterday she only closed the door to her room, so I went on the bed in the extra bedroom. Ha! She noticed again because I left my fur there and again, it took me a long time to greet her. That time during her investigation, she pointed at the bed so I just jumped up on it. OHHHHHH, that was not right! I got some reprimanding!
Of course, Joan knows this is all her doing because sometimes she is really lazy in the morning and to quell my cries to go out for a walk, she'll invite me up on the bed instead which makes me happy. BUT it makes me, logically!, think that it is okay to go on the bed.