It's been a whirlwind of a week since I last got to blog.  So much has happened. 
Last week we had a visit from Dr. Quinn - surgery woman, to fix a knee on my good maltese friend, Bruce Lee.  Dr. Quinn said he'd be doing high kicks again in no time.
We had two sad dachsunds get rushed in -- on separate emergencies -- one for not being able to move his back legs, and the other sick in her stomach from eating spare rib bones.  The first one, Billie, took a trip to the nerve-ologist to have back surgery.  He had to spend the whole week in the hospital, and now his legs have started working again.  The other little dachsund was not so lucky; she started with red syrup coming out where the nuggets come from, and while mother was trying to "stabilize" her, red syrup began to pour out of her mouth.  She went to the forever sleep shortly after that.  I don't know if I have any spare ribs, I'm pretty sure that I need all of mine, but even if I did have some spares I've definitely learned not to eat them.
Over the weekend, my folks went away to get something they call "continuing education" and Bea and I stayed with our Aunts Tara and Becky;  my girl Anna came too.  Tara is what mother calls "Tara-ble" around toys and loves to steal them and chew them up.  My girl Anna lost a toy to Tara-ble Tara this weekend, and before I knew what happened Tara ended up in the toilet.  Everyone got really angry with Anna. I knew there was a reason I left her toys alone!

Today, the clinic was filled with the sound of happy barks and purring cats. Mother was pleased that she got to see 4 poodles today, I think she said that was some kind of a record.  I started to think that poodles were taking over the world when No-more-hair-ica Erika showed up with her crew.  Bea and I were quickly informed through thick accents that the band of black giant dogs were in fact Portugese Water Dogs.  I thought that their barks sounded different.  Bea says she doesn't bark Portugese.  Well, neither do I, but that didn't keep me from announcing their arrival and warning them to watch their step -- after all, they were in Ronnie territory; at the Her-Ron Creek Animal Hospital.  I guess they really didn't understand my American barking because they seemed to ignore every bark I said.  Instead, they acted as if they owned the place.

Guess I have to add learning to bark Portugese on my list of things to do.....