The Worst Day of my Life

Well, I just had the worst day of my life. This blog entry is for my dog friends out there. When your mamma talks about getting you “fixed” it is not a good thing… I am not sure about all the details and what it means but I am beginning to piece together what happend. I’m not going into the detail because it is very embarrassing, I’ll just say that I was to the vet today and I am not a happy camper tonight.

This morning Mamma put my crate into the car because I do not travel well. She expects me to sit on the front seat and quietly look out the window like Rusty does when we travel but I much prefer to look out all the windows, sometimes the view is better from the back seat. I cried most of the way to the dr. and instead of taking me back home, mamma just kept on going and before I knew it I was walking into the dr. office.

I greeted Dr. Harry and then he put me on his table and he talked to mamma and then he gave me a shot that really hurt. I squealed and really wanted to go home but instead Mamma turned and left without me. Ok, here is where it gets fuzzy…..the next thing I know, I was back at home waking up in my crate in a great deal of pain. I was not able to walk or chase the cats or do anything fun at all today. I didn’t even feel like eating and when I did walk around I heard mamma tell Molly that I was walking on my tip toes... As I was leaving the dr. office I do remember the dr. telling mamma that I might be depressed for a few days and then he added that he was sure he would be. One thing I know for sure, I am not going back to that dr. ever again!

Thank goodness there are no photos of today's events!

Poor Little "Sparkie"

A couple weeks ago mamma put me in the car and off we went to get my hair cut again. It looks like this hair cutting thing is going to be happening on a fairly regular basis. I am not really happy about it but I think I look rather cute when I come home with my new hair cut. I really do not like to have a bath or my nails clipped. Mamma goes to have her nails done every two weeks. I’m sure glad I don’t have to go that often!!

Last week mamma put both Rusty and Sparkie in the car to go to Evelyn’s (our beautician) and when they came back my poor little friend Sparkie looked just awful. She had really long hair before she left but mamma said it was very matted and when she came home well, look at the photo I am attaching!!! I used to be able to get a mouth full of hair and pull her across the room but now that she got her hair cut I can’t do that. She hits me when I try to grab her by the neck. When Sparkie came home she would not go outside for three days because she was embarrassed for anyone to see her. I got to see her because I am family but no one else. I guess she finally got used to it because she goes outside now. I sure hope the next time I go Evelyn doesn’t do that to me!!!