I'm so thankful for Blogville and everyone's kind words and support while my family is going through a rough patch. It's a lot to put on a Scottie's shoulders, but with all of ya'll sending good vibes and prayers and POTP, we can get through anything! Blogville's the best!
We have so much to be thankful for! Wishing you and yours a very Happy Thanksgiving!
I spent the last few days with my Hungarian Vizla furiends. Mum and the Fella were out of town for the funeral. In that time we got our first snow and I had fun romping in their yard.
We are still having a tough time here. Mum made it through the funeral and helping Grammie and Grampie. But Grammie isn't doing so well...she's having a hard time with the move. Today she had to go to the hospital because she fell. And mum is sad all over again. We are ready for happier times. Thanks to you all for your kind words and for sticking with us through these sad times. We hope to have happier news to report soon!
So...I got into mum's purse and opened the bottle of Tylenol. She doesn't think I actually ingested much, but the dogtor told her to give me some yucky stuff to make me barf and to watch me over the next 3 days for signs of poisoning. Then when mum was done cleaning up barf she got a phone call that her uncle had been struck by a car and killed while he was on vacation. He was very important to her and she's very sad.
We are sending lots of love and light and POTP to little miss Macey. She is the grandpeep of Deb over at 3 Little Pugs and here's what we know:
We will be off the blog most of this week and will try to be back online on Friday at the latest. Tomorrow is our election here and then Mom is leaving to go with her daughter and son in law up to Iowa City to stay with Macey. On Saturday we got some news that have worried our hearts, and we are hoping the multiple scans will prove them wrong. I know all over blogville and the heavens prayers are being said for our friends and loved ones, but we are wondering since such a brave little girl is involved if a few extra ones to travel above for her.
Last year Gussie tried to make a deal with his Santy Claus to make Tweedles better, and before we knew it she was on the road to recovery. We are thinking we may need more than Santa Claus to make this happen. I know each of you have our own belief's in the world and the powers from above, but we are wondering if at 8:20 AM on Wednesday if everyone on blogville could just stop for one moment and say a little prayer for Macey we would forever be in your gratitude.
I also am asking a second favor if you are comfortable with our request-- will you post it to your blog. I will be reading them to Macey to help keep her distracted. As soon as we know anything I will let one of you know by late Wednesday evening.
All our love and Friendship
Deb, Stella Rose, Margaret Mae, Angus Mac and Macey's Family
We missed the the 8:20 deadline, but believe that when it comes to POTP, every little bit helps!
Here's Charlie Girl! In our new home she comes and snuggles with mum nearly every night at bedtime. Before, since the time I came to live with them, she would hide all day and dart out to the living room when I came to bed. It would seem, after 7 years, that she is coming around. We are very happy...mum says she's sorely missed their snuggle time.
Did you forget about us? We're still here-alive and (mostly) well. Mum and the fella took a trip to Texas and while they were gone, I stayed with Grammie.
Mum went to a football game and met a real live Glen of Imaal Terrier. She said she was very sweet and friendly.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I was tending to Grammie...see while mum was gone, we got the news that Grampie can't come home. He can't walk reliably and their house just isn't set up to accommodate a wheelchair. Grammie's havin a real ruff time trying to choose an assisted living place for them. And because Grammie's having a ruff time, mum's having a ruff time. I've been real busy trying to make sure everyone gets their walks and snuggles and all of that.
It's storming here...all day. A Scot can hardly even get out the door to take a wee without getting soaked!
So...mum has a non-scientific theory that her friend pointed out. We wanted to run it by y'all. So...the fella manages a restaurant. He smells like food. Most of the time. Which could explain why "bro time" has become so popular...mum says if she smelled like steak and wings I'd probably cuddle up to her too...what do you think? A sound theory?
Tis I, Super E! Hi furiends! Sorry I have been missing. Mum and I have been keeping up with all of you and yours, but we haven't found time to keep up with us and ours. It has been busy at our house. Mum has been travelling back to her home town, Omaha, every weekend to see Grampie. He's making some progress and is now able to walk down the hall and to the entry of his nursing home, using a walker. It is Mum's hope that he'll be able to go home before his birthday - which is one month from today. And she has a new little human pup nephew! So she has been spending time with him too.
I'm afraid that I have hurt mum's feelings a bit recently. See, we recently moved, and her fella came with us. I've always been a fan of him. But see, mum has noticed me snuggling up to him sometimes. She points out that I have to be forced to snuggle with her and I think she is j-e-a-l-o-u-s... What can I say? Sometimes a guy just needs another guy to hang with. After all, she'll always be my mum!
Well, Grampy is doing just fine, but mum says the news is not so fine. The people at the Rehab center said even though he's working really hard, his body is just not responding. They said he has to go to a "skilled nursing facility" which mum says is fancy talk for a nursing home. He will do lots of physical therapy there in the hope that he regains his mobility and can go home. It will be a long road, but if anyone can do it my Grampy can! Mum's eyes leak from time to time when she gets thinking on ot for too long so I've been trying to get her out for lots of walks to keep her busy. Please keep up the POTP for him so he can hurry and come home & my mum's eyes will stop leaking so much. Thanks, furiends!
Here's a gratuitous picture of moi to brighten the mood!
You may already know, but our friend Jazzi crossed the Rainbow Bridge this weekend. It was so unexpected and we are still in shock. She taught us so much about tacos, and snatching food. She got us connected with all the other pups in Blogville with her Christmas gift and card exchanges. She was one of our first furiends and we are just heartbroken. Blogville will not be the same with our friend Snazzy Jazzi. Run free, sweet Jazzi. You will forever be missed...
Hello furiends, no fun pictures today. I have a bit of seriousness. I was wondering if you could find a moment to spare to offer up a prayer or good thought for my Grampie. He's been admitted to the hospital. He's been having lots of pain in his legs, so much so that he cannot walk. Grammie called an ambulance the other night because she could not get him to the car to go to the hospital. He has Parkinson's Disease and they are not sure if the pain is related to that or something else entirely. They are working on getting him admitted to the Physical Rehabilitation Center so that he do intensive physical therapy. Paws crossed that this plan works and he will be home soon, just strolling along!
Remember the picture of me and mum from the concert in the park? We went back to the park Saturday and climbed around on the rocks and got my feets wet. Mum tried to make me swim, but I said no thanks! We had a lovely time...here are some pictures...
This is my Hungarian furiend Vegas. She like to swim more than me.
There is a park by our house that has free concerts on Thursdays in the summer. Mum and I went with some friends tonight. I was a really good boy and got lots of pets and belly rubs from strangers. Here's a picture of me and mum.
I know you have all been waiting anxiously to hear about my surprise, sorry for te delay - mum did not want to post it when Blogger was freaking out. So here goes! Mum got me a Barkbox subscription!!!
I wonder what's in here?
Wowzers! I got some strawberry carob treats, some BBQ chicken jerky, a Zukes crisp apple bone for my teeth, a duck chew, and a bionic stick that you can stuff with treats! I've sampled everything and it's all delicious! And mum has used my bionic stick several times when she leaves and I get my treat! I love it!
I have never even sniffed those shrubs, let alone pee on em! Now why would they go and put my picture on a sign like that when I've never even been over in that part of the neighborhood?! Now everyone in our new neighborhood is going to think "there goes that Edgar, browning up all our shrubs!" That's so rude, right furiends? I don't know what to do!
Well, here I am after my first night in our new place! This is my front window and there lots and lots of people that walk by with their doggies and it's on a bus line, so the TV watching...well, I feel like I got cable!
The neighbor has two cats that laze outside on the sidewalk, giving me a chance to practice my alarm...Alert! Alert! There's a C-A-T!!
It was a pretty nice first night. I impressed mum by not being anxious and whiny (she said I was awful that last night in our old place). I suppose she might be right...I was tad bit anxious.
And I think I'm going to like the fella living with us. When he got home from work late last night I woke mum up because my tail was wagging so fast on the bed!
Thanks for all your good thoughts and advice! I think this is going to work out just fine! Once were all settled maybe I can give you a tour!
We are moving. Mum's been packing. And packing. And packing. It's been upsetting me...I've never lived anywhere except our cute little apartment downtown. And now our cute little apartment downtown looks like it's been ransacked...my bed is in a box, my toys have been "downsized". What if I don't like our new home? What if it smells funny? Mums fella is moving with us, so that will be nice, but what if he forgets to feed me when mum is away. Can you see why my Scottie head is so troubled?
Mum came home and found these scraps on the floor...
It WAS a snapshot of her grandfather from his days in the Navy during WWII. He was one of her favorite people on earth. The photo was close to 70 years old. I ripped it up today and she's really sad and upset with me. Think I can make it up to her? It made her cry and use HBO words :(
She remembered! And I was a real good boy, so she said I could come along to visit Grammie. It was an hour drive to get there, so I settled down in the car with my seat belt on
We finally got there, and mum told me I had to be very very careful not to jump on Grammie cause I could hurt her. So I stayed down...I would have felt terrible if I went all that way to cheer her up and hurt her instead!
I got to sit in the chair and watch out the window. No bun buns out there, so I did not have to sound any alerts. Mum said she was thankful for that, and I didn't understand why. I always protect her from bun buns...
We had to ride in this box that went up and down to get to Grammies room. I have been in one once before, but I still thought it was strange. Mum giggled when I hopped over the gap in the floor...I was just trying to be safe!
It was a good trip and my Grammie thinks maybe she will be able to go home soon!! Thanks for all your prayers and POTP for her! It's working!
Thanks to everyone for the prayers, well wishes and POTP for my Grammie. Her surgery went very well and now she's just starting on the long road to recovery. Her physical therapist was impressed with both her progress and her attitude. I always thought my Grammie was Polish, but I've learned that she has the heart of a Scottie!
I'm just snuggling with my Grammie. She has to have surgery tomorrow to replace both of her knees. Amazing what they can do these days huh? Anyways, I'm just trying to give her snuggles and love before she has to go. She will have to be in a rehab facility for maybe a month after and Grampy will be home all alone, which mum is very worried about. We'd appreciate any POTP for my Grammie and Grampy.
Mum was driving us to Omaha where Gramie and Grampie live for Easter weekend. I try to be helpful to her, so here I am holding the gear shifter in place for her. Since I have to wear my seatbelt, I'm sometimes limited in the help I can offer, so this seemed the least I could do.
As it were most of my Scottie furiends responded that you are none too snugly either! I guess that answers the question - we Scots are not typically cuddlers. As it were, I have been extra snugly since mum came to this conclusion! Go figure! (I just like to keep her on her toes, Bol!)