Let’s see if church people mind cookie bears “pooping” on their cake.
I assure you, I wouldn’t mind!
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Out of curiosity, I asked Toby if his little pig were a boy or a girl. Once again I guessed wrong; the pig is a boy. I guess it was the pink that threw me.
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Yesterday was too hot for Toby, so I left him inside while I went out to work. When I was done, I found Toby asleep inside of the glass door. Usually dogs can hear you coming from far away, but Toby was lying on his side in such a deep slumber that he didn’t know I was there. I decided that I was going to watch him for a bit as his little paws twitched. Suddenly he rolled over onto his stomach and looked up at my face…then down at my feet…then up at my face…then down at my feet. This went on over and over and over. He didn’t stand, and his tail didn’t wag. He was still asleep! I was planning to move just to see how he would react with the glass between us, but before I could I saw his brain wake up and his eyes come alive. He smiled, and his tail started wagging. My boy was back.
I’m a little bit sorry I didn’t get a chance to see how he would react through the glass, but I’m glad I looked first before opening the door. 😆
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Inside, Bitey and Toby visit the museum of their dreams and enjoy a day of unsupervised fun.
Geordie was always hyper aware of birds of prey. He could spot a hawk in a tree from a quarter mile away. Toby never seemed to pay much attention to them until my folks brought this owl decoy for the garden. When he saw it he let out such a blood curdling scream that you would have thought he was being murdered. If the little guy weren’t so afraid, it would have been funny.
I am curious if the owl will discourage Toby from trying to steal beans from the garden. So far the bunnies and the beetles don’t care. (Stupid bunnies.)
Well, it was my turn to get a tick this week. I foolishly laid down in the grass to stretch my back, and one of those blood-thirsty little suckers got me. Toby said he was glad I finally knew what it felt like to be snacked on by a bug and that I should have much more sympathy for him and that I should give him more Milk Bones to make up for all the suffering he has gone through and the Milk Bone compensation is retroactive to Geordie’s lifetime and it extends to other animals that have ticks too. In other words, many more Milk Bones.
She’s a fool if she thinks she is going to keep me from my dirt!
This is the latest I’ve ever been putting in the garden, but Toby doesn’t appreciate the extra digging time he had. All he sees is that fence between where he is and where he wants to be. Poor evil beastie. He is in for several weeks of disappointment…well, till the beans come in.
Monday brought the most incredible news. Toby’s groomer said he was a good boy! He was such a good boy that she didn’t even charge me a “Dangerous Animal” fee. Everyone decided that with Toby’s weight loss, his calming medicine worked more effectively.
To be honest, I would rather be fat and feisty.
(Yes Toby did get a treat for being a good boy, but only a small one.)
On Friday, I finally got to go to a doctor to get a referral to see (ha ha) an ophthalmologist. I figured while I was there, I would ask the doctor about a few other things like the dizzy spells I had in February. I mentioned that I had already updated my glasses and thought that maybe I needed to see an ENT?
No, given my cluster of seemingly unrelated symptoms, I was told that it sounds like I have something wrong with my brain, not my ears. The doctor immediately wrote out an order for me to have a CT scan. I asked her if by “wrong with my brain”, she meant tumor or disease, and she said that it seemed that a tumor was unlikely. What I described sounds like MS. Well, that was certainly not what I was expecting when I set out to get some Restasis that morning.
I went home and did some reading about MS, and it does sound like what I have been going through. I had always thought that MS was a terribly awful disease, but from the article I read it seems that if you take medication for it, you can lead a pretty normal life.
Toby has his next grooming session tomorrow, but as soon as we are done, I have a list of doctor appointments and tests that I need to schedule. While it sucks to have a disease, it would be nice if treatment could help me feel better. I want to be healthy enough to spoil my Toby as much as I can.
I could have told you there was something wrong with your brain without the scan.
The Adventures of Bitey Dog 