Greetings good people. Nala your Pitty Pups reporting today!
We had a very short trot this morning as the ground is covered in white stuff.
It tastes like ice cubes and I enjoy licking it.
It does give your feet a funny feeling though. They get sort of burnie.
Granny says I move like a Lipizzaner well today gave that a whole new meaning. I was dancing!
I nearly took the old soul of her feet a few times. Better be careful because if she’s down we will get no outings! See I’m smarter than you all think!
The uncle says this is just the start of tootsie trouble. It’s going to get worse before it get better and I need to toughen up.
My Dad is giving me some strategies that the Eskimos use.
He is my hero. Love him so much I just smacked him one.
Go figure he adopted a gobbler so hardly needs another one.
That left a lot of space in our oven as the salmon we are having will only need an hour.
So Ma decided to make Dad his favorite muffins and the bro some sausage rolls for breakfast.
They looked kinda dodgy. I think I should have had them as they are definitely seconds if not thirds. He declared them delicious and shared only a meager crumb.
Anyway all this delayed our walk till 8:30 and resulted in a first.
We got caught in the Powell Annual Turkey Trot on our way back from the park.
I behaved well as the hundreds of runners wound their way through our neighboring neighborhood. The niece wanted to run with them and tugged us along for half a mile.
Her neck is now nearly as long as a turkeys so I’m giving it a nibble while we watch the Macy’s parade.
Hope you have a great day. I plan on eating as much as possible. There will be no waste here as the walking waste disposal unit will take care of that!
Ma is on the war path. We got into a tangle on our walk this morning when we spotted some venison on the move and we nearly broke her pinky. It’s taken on a peculiar allure.
She screamed blue murder at us and vowed that we were going to be kept in check from now on.
She went shopping and is now back with two retractable leashes for monster dogs.
One is made in Germany and Ma says that’s for me as it should be of excellent quality and hold me tighter than a straight jacket. I’m definitely number one puller in this place.
She will be in for a shock if it’s as feeble as it wrapping because the niece noshed that up in no time.
The dark side is getting a made in China but it’s also for a hundred pounder so it should hold her tight for a time too.
Secretly we are happy to have these new gizmos because our old leashes were way to short and no fun at all.
We’re going to test them out this afternoon in the sunshine. We’ll be good at least until pinky has straight!
I have been subjected to such unimaginable trauma.
I was taken to this place and they knocked me out.
When I woke up I was definitely no longer my former self. Part of me had been extracted and it wasn’t a tooth!
I’m improving and firing again on two cylinders but I’m certainly not the same girl I use to be.
I’m not sure I can trust these humans again.
The pain meds aren’t bad, taste a bit like a treat, though they make you feel real woozy.
See my uncle Scooby though he’s been great.
Looked after me like a gardien Angel.
I think we may have come to a different understanding and deeper respect for each other at least until such times as I can grab him by the scruff of the neck again.
Well I know you are all waiting for the latest on yesterday’s adventures so I’m getting this out before dawn.
The bro returned without the niece at 7:30 am.
My heart leapt with delight. She had indeed been returned to sender.
Ma took me out with Auntie Denise for a good trot and it was just like old times. No leashes crossing or flossy in my face. I was in heaven.
Soon Ma left for work and then the bro left for work and I was left with Dad.
Man the days go slow when you have no one to chase or complain about. There is really only so much CNN and My 600lb Life that I can take. So I snuck off to the kitchen to mope and watch the door.
No one came until 5:30 pm when in walks Ma.
She says to me “now Scooby you’re a good boy and I want you on your very best behavior because Nala is spaced out”
She gives me food, disappears and after a few minutes in she comes again with the niece.
I took one look at her and realized she was high as a kite. The niece that is not Ma!
Her eyes were kind of rolling backwards and here’s the best bit. She mooches over to the food and water bowls and then turns her back on them without so much as a munch or a sip.
Now I was worried. Ma said I had to be super soft with her as she has stitches in her belly. Seems a bit young and skinny to me for a tummy tuck but maybe they did a gastric bypass to economize on kibble!
Having missed her after that initial period alone I felt I must administer intensive care.
She snuggled up by Dad and at one point I was considering giving her a whiff of his oxygen but decided instead on mouth to mouth.
She eventually came round and sipped a smidgen of water but not a morsel passed her muzzle.
Off to bed she went at 9:00 pm without so much as a single snarl.
Granny says that makes me three in human years which explains a lot!
What progress I have made. Just compare these shots of me in Grandpa’s arms.
On arrival I was nothing much larger than a worm but the worm has turned!
Since then I have sharpened my teeth on quite a few different materials.
I have increased the weekly grocery bill significantly by eating enough kibble to kill a tiger. At one time the bowls were as big as myself but like David I conquered the giant.
All this has resulted in me growing taller
Getting stronger
Of course I also have grown more beautiful by the day at least in the eyes of my humans.
Booming Banter 