Crime wave!

Well it happened again! Once a week my morning reverie is interrupted by thieves in the wee morning hours. I bark myself silly but my mom never seems to get up fast enough to catch them. I can't understand why she doesn't catch on and stop putting our stuff in the big box. Or at the very least buy a padlock. It pains me to say it, but maybe mom just isn't that bright.

Actually not annoyed today!

Today was a very good day! Mom took me and the sissys to her friend's house in the country. We dogs get to walk off leash there. Mom loves to take me for a walk cause I usually stay right beside her. She calls me her "obedient son." And I am! She spends a lot of the walk calling for Evie, Lily and Fanny. She and her friend Kathy talk about how wonderful I am.

But today I actually did some venturing off into the brush. I saw more of the sights and smelled more of the smells than I ever have before. There were deer, rabbit and squirrel smells everywhere! I lost sight of Mom a couple of times and she had to call for me once. But I know she isn't mad, she and her friend talked about how much better I must be feeling to be so adventurous. I was hoping for a nice juicy bone like Ranger had yesterday, but mom had to take Evie to the self serve doggie wash and she forgot.

On one sour note, Lily pulled my tail last night. Mom saw it and Lily got in trouble. hehee.

M-the-V

Is there no end?

I love my mom. She is great. She loves me best. But sometimes I think she has totally lost it. I mean she can't seem to let anything go. Take the new addition this week.

Yeah, that is a big, black, slobbery lab. And it is a puppy too. An 80 lb puppy.

So you're thinking what I'm thinking. Is she crazy? First Lily and now this? She keeps telling me that he is too much of a baby to go to a rescue kennel. She says he needs a mommy, he needs to be fostered in a home. She tells me he is leaving...but when? To his credit he is already housetrained and knows many things (primarily wrinkling his brow and giving mom the brown droppy eye look). He also bugs Lily by sniffing her butt. She hates it and sits immediately and snaps. I think that is pretty funny.

On a good note though, Cimmie was adopted by a great family. Lucky dog, she is an only child now. sigh.... Here is Cimmie, I didn't care much for her. Too much jumping around and never laying on the couch.

Well speaking of laying around it is bedtime. I get to sleep with my mom. Lily doesn't. I love bedtime.

M-the-V

For Inquiring Minds

Some of you have asked why am I "valliant." I'm assuming that this picture of my sister, Lily, provides answers to all your questions. Need I point out that I was an only child. Then my mom had Ethan my human brother. Then came Louie (god rest his soul) and Evie. Then a whole parade of fosters and then a year ago came Lily. Ugh... Anyone would HAVE to be valliant to live with that one.

Scary Wicked Week

Hey furry friends,

I've not been online in a week, and man what a week it has been. The commie GPS that was grafted under my skin sent a shock through my system causing a seizure. Luckily I was sleeping on my mom's legs and she saw it and held me through it. But it scared her. I is hard to tell her what a seasoned warrior I am.

Well as a result I spend the next day at the vet. I underwent x-rays, an ECG and blood draw. Despite their commie efforts everythign was fine except my thyroid. Mom says this is good news, easy to treat. AND it won't effect my surgery day this month to get the huge lump (GPS) removed. Man it is a hard thing to look forward to going under the knife, but desperate times call for desperate dogs.

Later all,

Maximillian the Incredibly Valliat