Today is My Gotcha/Birthday!

It's my Gotcha/Birthday today!

3 years ago today, Mom found me at the local Humane Society. They said I was about 2 years old, so that makes me 5 years old today. Aren't you impressed with my math skills?

As you can see, I was a bit skinny, when Mom first took me home. I was a stray, wandering the streets, so I hadn't been eating much. And I didn't eat much at the shelter either. Living in a metal cage didn't agree with me.

Now, I'm healthy and happy, spoiled pup - who takes many fun adventures with my Mom by my side.

I'm thinking Mom will be bringing home hot dogs or cheeseburgers or ice cream tonight for dinner... or maybe all three! [That's a hint, Mom.]

Annual Exam Time at the VET!

Mom is happy that I don't know what the word "Vet" means since we usually only have to go 2 or 3 times a year. But as soon as we walk into the exam room, I know what's coming. Not cool. Do I reeeaally need to get poked and pricked and held down agaist my will? Mom says it's to make sure nothing is wrong with me. But I told her I feel fine!

So I try to hide under the table when the Doctor comes in. But that doesn't work. I do have to admit though. My mom and my doctor are the only ones that I let open my mouth and play around with my teeth. I'm also much more calm and less squirmy every time I have to come back. Even though he does stick me and steal my blood. And plays around in my ears, which I HATE. And give me shots... but lets face it, I don't even feel those since I have all of this nice extra skin thanks to my Shar Pei side. So, before long, it's time to go. At least, that's what I tell mom.

What? It IS time to go home?!

I'm outa here!

Wordless Wednesday

Can't Get Comfortable

Invisible Leash

Mom jokes that I have an invisible leash at the dog park. I don't like mom being out of my site. And when she calls, I come running... or jogging...



I also often get teased, because I tend to panic when I can't find mom right away!