Mindful Monday

Pay no attention to the shop-vac that’s sneaking up behind me. I’ve got bigger fish to fry. Like wondering why it’s 95 degrees F at 7:00 pm. It’s September already. Time to get on with fall.

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Silent Sunday Spa Day

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Help needed

This is my first hurricane. I’m not sure what to do, but I know my colleagues in fur need your help. So I’m barking at you and your two-legged ones to help them.

Check this out and do what you can.

And maybe you could share it too.

I don’t mind thunderstorms or fireworks, but I really don’t like hurricanes.

My paws are crossed.

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I’ll be back with a Throwback Thursday next week. Thank you everybody.

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The Big Blue Bone

Love my big blue bone stuffed with Lean Treats. The 2-legged ones give it to me to gnaw on when they’re gone. Today I got it as a treat from the Peepstress when she got home early. So I thought it would be nice if I gnawed on it with her in the office. Usually I ignore her. Is that bad?

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Silent Sunday

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Breakfast with Winston

Here, have breakfast with me.

Yum. Chicken, brown rice and Panacur. For the giardia.

I’m feeling better but not quite right all the way. And taking other stuff for the diarrhea. TMI, but with that pill, I’m only pooping once a day and the two-legged ones worry about that.

They worry about lots of things.

Peepstress is upset about my haircut.

See, I’m missing my skirt.

It’s gone. See that space between the floor and my belly?

No hair.

My stylist said my man parts had lots of mats so she had to shave.

It’s all prickly and I’m missing my pee hair too. You know that hair you’re supposed to leave long on your man tool to direct pee to the ground so your belly doesn’t get peed on?

Do you think my furnishings will grow back? Like my eyebrows? They grow.

Wish me luck.

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Giardia. Again.

Well now. I have giardia. Again. I had it once, or was it twice, before. Now I have it again.

But really I feel fine.

See? I even look good.

Diarrhea is no fun. But at least my peeps know I’m not being bad.

I just can’t help it.

I guess I’ve got to stop licking the road and drinking out of strange puddles. And eating grass. Things like that.

But it’s so much fun.

Medicine – two kinds – will kill the parasite (that sounds awful come to think about it) and I’ll be fully up to snuff in no time.

Next time, I’ll tell you about my haircut.

Never a dull moment around our house.

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