Happy 2nd Birthday to me!

Mom says today is my birthday! I'm TWO! I can't read the calendar but I'm sure Mom is correct. She has my birth certificate and keeps track everything in a notebook. 

Two doesn't feel any different from one and a bunch of days. But then there was breakfast.

I love breakfast on my birthday! Pancakes! Bacon! Eggs! Sausage! Dad fixed us what he called a "farmhouse" breakfast because it was my birthday. (Mom said good - she won't have to cook today.) Anyway, I had a whole pancake with butter, two pieces of crispy bacon, a sausage link, and a whole egg! I love breakfast! Breakfast is the best! 

Mom says I can't have anything but dog food for at least a week now. I'd rather celebrate my birthday EVERY day! I hate to admit it, but I guess Mom is right. It's okay to splurge on my birthday but then I have to be mindful I get the right protein for a dog. 

Mom says it's too cold outside to take me for a long walk so she and Dad plan to play ball and Frisbee a lot today. That's a good birthday present, too. I'll chase the ball until my paws get cold. And speaking of paws, mine is much, much better. It doesn't seem to hurt at all now and I've been doing some running on it. 

Being two means I really am all grown up. I'm who I'm always going to be now. Mom says I'm independent, loving, energetic, friendly, a good observer, entertaining, obedient, and intelligent. That's a lot of words to describe little ol' me. I can sum it up in two words. 

I'm Deuce! 

I hurt my paw

I hurt my right front paw. I don't know how I did it. I don't remember doing it. Mom dragged me to the vet so I really wish I hadn't done it.

It started on Sunday. I heard Mom ask Dad if he'd noticed me limping. He said maybe and that was all it took. Mom turned into a hover-hawk-Mom. Every time I walked she watched me. She even took me outside for no reason except to watch me walk.

Yesterday, that was Monday, my paw hurt a little worse when Mom took me outside first thing in the morning so I could do my outside activity stuff. Then she told Dad which meant Dad took me outside during the day but he wouldn't play ball. He didn't want me to do any running. Then before Mom and I went to bed, they ganged up on me.

They tricked me into getting on the bed and rolling over. Then Dad held the flashlight while Mom examined my paw. She told Dad she saw a red bump that looked like a pimple. (What the hell is a pimple?) She told Dad if I wasn't better in a day or two, she'd call the vet.

Mom lied. She called the vet this morning!

It seems she didn't like the way I limped this morning, or that I held my front paw up when I tinkled. (She laughed at me when I did that. Don't let her say she didn't.) Then they double-teamed me on the bed again. Mom had my paw and hit a spot that really hurt and I sorta almost snapped at her it hurt so bad.

I was really ashamed I did that. Mom fussed me just a little bit because she had to but then she stroked my face and told me it was okay. She understood it had hurt.

And then she called the vet.  She even left work early to come get me and Dad. 

The vet was really nice to me. I could tell he didn't mean to hurt me but he did. He took a real sharp needle and jabbed the pimple. I hate needles! Then he squeezed my paw some more and I did not like that at all, but my paw felt a little better after he did that. Mom said there was nasty stuff in there I don't want to know about. 

Now Mom has pills to give me every day for five days which means cheese. I love cheese! Maybe I'll allow her to soak my foot in Epsom salt like the vet said and maybe I won't. We'll have to see about that. 

I'll have to be more careful outside. This could have been a lot worse than the vet sticking me. Dad said my paw might have fallen off! I think he's pulling my tail. 

Isn't he?

Happy Very Cold New Year's Day!

It's cold outside. Dad says we're in a deep freeze. Is that like Mom's freezer? Humans can be a bit confusing at times. I just know my toes got really cold when Mom took me out to play. 

Yesterday Mom was working on a story and Dad was watching the television. I was bored so I tried to get Mom to put on a coat and take me out to play ball. It worked! We went out but then my feet were so cold I ran past Mom with the ball and headed for the door. She laughed and followed me. It's kinda cool when Mom knows exactly what I need and I needed to get my feet warm!

It's even colder today. We stayed up late to watch that silly ball drop again. I still don't get it. What good is a ball you can't play with? Because Mom stayed up late, we slept in this morning. I'm glad, too. I bet it was really cold at six a.m.

I think today is a good day to stay inside where it's warm. I'm sure Mom can think up a few games for me to play when I get antsy.

Mom says I'll be two years old in just a few days and that's a good start for the New Year. As long as me, Mom and Dad are a pack, this year will be great!