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Another visit to the doggie doctor. It was a long day, although I slept during most of it. Ellie dropped me off without breakfast (grrr)  and didn’t feed me much when we got home. Actually I didn’t feel like eating. My teeth kind of hurt; my whole mouth felt sore, like I’d been chewing on some huge bone for days and days. My claws were mysteriously shorter and there now seems to always be a breeze around my butt.

Sometimes it’s dark by the time Ellie takes me for my afternoon walk. I don’t mind this, but she stumbles along with her flashlight, holding her coat tight around her body. She’s been sneezing and coughing and going to bed right after my dinner, so maybe she’s not feeling so great either.

Today the ladies came who sweep the floor and push that noisy machine around. I spent some time on the deck and then wanted to see what Ellie was doing. I found her lying on the bed with that computer thing. She slapped the bed, like she thinks I can still jump up there. Are you kidding me?  Then she  got up and came at me with her hands out, like she wanted to pick me up. I wouldn’t mind a quick snuggle, but if I can’t get up there on my own, forget about it! Why don’t you come down here? I scooted under the bed, a better place to hide from the broom.

Once when Ellie wasn’t around those ladies let me out the door when they were leaving. I ran out to the street to see what was happening and the ladies started chasing me. I didn’t know what they wanted, so I headed down the block. They were screaming at me to come back. Hey, I’m on an adventure!  Then a neighbor lady with her dog came along and talked to them. They held her dog and she came slowly up to me talking very quietly.

“Is everything OK, Foxy? Poor boy, don’t be scared.”

It didn’t take long for her to get her hand on my collar and soon I was back in the house. Those ladies were smiling and wiping their faces like they’d been cleaning the house all day long.


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Ellie always talks to me whenever we cross paths in the house and when we’re on walks, but lately I’ve noticed something is different. The house is more quiet. I’m not noticing any loud hellos or good-byes when she goes in or out. And it seems the doorbell never rings. Sometimes when I’m looking at her, it appears that her mouth is moving, but nothing is coming out.

It’s nice to be able to take a long nap and not be disturbed by all her noise. Sometimes she scares me when she sneaks up right next to me so quietly. She’ll touch my ear and then I spring up, ready to run. I like to nap in the places where she walks most, so I can keep an eye on her and not miss anything. She has stepped on me a couple of times before I was fully awake and able to move.

My nice calm human still sometimes bangs pots and pans in the kitchen sink, making an awful noise that prompts me to excuse myself through my door to visit the yard. But the world is becoming more peaceful, not so interrupted by other dogs barking, trucks collecting trash, and screaming TV’s. Yawn….I think it’s time for a nap.

Bath Scare



My bath is always very exciting. I’m patient and still while I’m in the sink getting rubbed and soaped and sprayed, but as soon as she puts me down, I run in circles, shake, and try to wipe the wet off on the couch. Today I was rubbing away having a great time when the lights went out. Huh? I felt myself falling. I hit the floor, then heard some dog crying from far away–was that me? The next thing I knew I was awake and Ellie had picked me up, bundled in a wet towel. She put me in the back seat of the car and drove us to the doggie doctor a few blocks away.

I was still trying to understand what had happened and didn’t even squirm when she picked me up in my towel and carried me in. She sat with me on a chair and then we went into the little room with the cold metal table. By this time I was shaking, with a dim memory of all the awful things they have done to me in this office–stuck me, shaved me, probed me, put me in a cage for the day. Ellie finally put me down on the floor and I walked around, sniffing things. The man doctor came in, they put me on the table and, sure enough, he stuck something in my butt, then felt me all over and looked in my eyes, ears, and mouth. Lose something?

I was getting bored with the whole visit, but I could tell Ellie was more relaxed than she had been since I fell down. What was that anyway? I heard something about “not enough oxygen to the brain” and “seizure” and “vocalizations.” Then they took me away from Ellie and stuck me with a needle. Not too bad after the first prick.

Finally we got home and I got to have something to eat. After all the fuss, my fur had dried, so I curled up to take a nice nap.Ellie is always saying, “Getting old is no fun.” Maybe she’s right.