Lula has good news

I'm baaaaack.  So now I am ready to catch you all up  on my life.  Since the last time I was here I have decided that going to the bathroom outside  is what I like best.  Wee wee pads are ok, but outside with the other dogs seems like a better thing.  Also, on Monday Phyllis took me to the Dogtor to have my stitches out.  It was awful.  Two people held me while I went through this torturous stuff.  I had so many stitches to take out that Phyllis finally went into another room so she didn't have to listen to me.  She told me as she left that I shouldn't be mad at her because she wasn't doing anything.  Well, she took me there didn't she!
It's really funny that nobody knows that I understand what they are saying.  I heard the doctor tell Phyllis that my biopsy report came in.  She said all my cancer is gone and if I have breast exams every 3 months for a year and I don't get anymore tumors I will probably live a long time.  I was glad to hear that because I love life.  I am not sure what exactly a breast exam is but I don't think it will be too bad.
So today Phyllis picked me up and took off my collar and put me in the sink.  She said that I smell like dog!  How dare she say such a mean thing to me.  The cleaning lady came yesterday and she told Phyllis to smell my blanket.  Phyllis's nose doesn't work that well because she never smells anything.  Well she put her nose in the blanket that we both share and she finally smelled that so now the blanket smells good because it got washed..
Back to the sink.  Next thing I knew I was in the sink with water running all over me.  I fought like a champ but she is stronger than I am.  I don't think anyone ever did that to me before.  Water and soap all over me while I was trying to get out of the sink.  Phyllis got all wet and laughed at me.   My head under the faucet to get soap off my head.  Just awful..  And I have a feeling this won't be the only time it ever happens.  I sure hope I get used to it.  Anyway now she says I smell nice and the blanket smells nice so all is good.
We walk 1/2 mile every morning and I love it.  I always get my leash stuck under my leg which is good exercise for Phyllis as she is forever bending over to fix it.  I really do it on purpose as Phyllis is getting older (she will be 70 in 2 weeks) and really needs the excercise.  I will be back when anything interesting happens.  In the meantime Phyllis has 6 followers on her blog.  She would love more so some day she can have a book of stories so she can use the money to help more dogs.  If she gets enough followers someone for google or another web site will want to advertise on her blog and then she may get money to publish a book.  Boy, I''m not bashful am I!?

Lula's update

Well, I have been here for just over a week.  Every day things get easier for me to fit in.  Last Thursday I had 13 stitches and 5 mammary tumors removed.  I could tell when Phyllis picked me up that she was scared for me.  I was passed out and wrapped in a blanket on the way home.  She put me in a dog bed and I didn't move for almost 6 hours.  I don't remember the operations I had but when I woke up I couldn't really walk.  Phyllis brought water for.  I heard the doctor tell Phyllis to wash out all my stitches with some stuff.  All 13 stitches!  So I decided that since she was so nice to me and I still didn't know her very well, I would lay very quietly on my back and let her do it.
 Every day is pretty much the same routine.  We get up, go for a walk then I bark at her until my food is put down in front of me.  Then we go for another walk and when we come homeElvis brings toys to Phyllis to throw and she plays with him.  Soooooooooooooo, today I thought I would try it.  I got a toy that Phyllis threw and shook it and got it again just like I see Elvis do.  Tonight while Phyllis was in the shower I tried to play with Elvis like Phyllis does.  He really likes me a lot and we wrestled and jumped and played for at least a long time.  I don't really know time but from when Phyllis got in the shower to after she had her pajamas on.  That much time.  Then we all went into the den to watch tv and knit.  Only Phyllis knits.  So Elvis and I played again.  It was so much fun.  Phyllis says that in such a short time I am becoming the dog I should be.  I have no idea what she is talking about but she feeds me so I put up with her chatter.  I will come back again when I can get Phyllis to type for me and let you know how I am after my stitches come out and my reports come back.  My surgery was for Breast Cancer and Phyllis knits hats for Cancer patients.
Oh, and Phyllis did tell me that I probably won't be here long because everyone wants a small yorkie girl who pees on paper.  And that's what I am.
See Ya!

Lulla's Update

It's Lula.  Yesterday after my surgery Phyllis brought me home and I don't think I opened my eyes until at least 7 hours later.  I can't believe what they did to me.  I am stitched from way down to way up.  Phyllis says that I am such a good girl.  I could tell when she picked me up this morning to give me my meds that I might hurt.  I really surprised her.  I can't say that I am bouncing around but I feel pretty good.  I ate all my dinner and now I am laying by Phyllis.  She said we should go shopping to walk it off but I am not quite up to that yet.  Phyllis really has no idea just how much spunk I have but when I feel better she is in for a big surprise.  She has to clean my stitches every day with some stuff and when she came towards me with the cotton balls I knew something was coming and I turned over on my back.  I know she likes a challenge but really..............!  I still can't quite tell her where I came from or how old I am until she learns to understand my language.  I can now understand her although when I came almost a week ago english was not my first language.  A lot of people have written to Phyllis saying they want to adopt me.  And I know why too.  I am beautiful, happy, energetic and all that good stuff.  The best part of me for Phyllis is that I came here knowing how to go on a wee wee pad for everything I need to do.  Even last night in a drug induced coma, when I had to go potty I staggered over the paper and then staggered back to sleep.  I have gone all through this pain and suffering (ok, it's not as bad as I thought) just because nobody in my past life thought of the dangerr I could be in if I was not spayed.  And to all the women who read this I know you understand the most.  5 teats of mine had tumors and my uterus was about to burst and I had to have a hysterectomy too.  A boy dog would still be whining now and I don't complain at all.  I will keep you informed of where I am in my recovery.  If you look on the united yorkie rescue site I am Lula in Florida and I love the spotlight.  I will let you know the results of some tests that Phyllis calls biopsy.  I haven't a clue but dinner was delicious and that's all I care about.  Eating,sleeping, playing and being cuddled.  You should try it coz it makes you feel warm and fuzzy and I don't remember the last time I felt like that.

Lula's story

My name is Lula.  There may be mistakes here but I speak mostly spanish and Phyllis doesn't understand a word so I have to tell her my story very slowly.  We make a good pair.  I can't type and she can't bark so we try to make it work.  People gave me away.  To a high kill facility.  I am about 4 I think and I am a beautiful perfect yorkie.....almost.  My belly was full of lumps when she got me and I was not spayed.  I came here on Sunday, March 4th.  I like the dogs here and I like Phyllis.  I think I came from a spanish speaking area of Florida and that's probably why Phyllis keeps asking me what I want when I bark at her.  She is starting to understand so I think all is not lost.
Anyway, on Monday she took me to the animal doctor and we found out I have mammary tumors  That is breast cancer.  You probably know that dogs have more than two breasts and I have at least six.  So today I had multiple mastectomies, I was spayed and had my teeth fixed.  The doctor told Phyllis that I also had pyro something that I didn't understand, but she told Phyllis it means that my uterus was in danger of bursting.  I guess if I were human I would be scared but I was just anxious because I had to wait in a cage all morning until time for my surgery.  Phyllis came at got me and I was really out of it.  I could hardly wake up so the doctor wrapped me in a huge blanket and handed me to Phyllis with directions and meds.  I could tell that Phyllis was very nervous to have such a sick dog with such major surgery to take care of but so far she has done very well.  The first time I raised my head she brought me water, and I went back to sleep.  Then I woke up and she put a pill into some great tasting cheese and put it in my mouth so I couldn't spit it out and now I am really feeling no pain.  Just kind of dizzy and tired.  I will get back to you tomorrrow and let you know how Phyllis makes it through the night.  Who is taking care of who here anyway.  She pulled down the low bed she calls a futon so I could stay on the floor in a bed but still be near her.  I can't say I feel great but it's better than being in a war torn country.  More tomorrow as I get better.  I don't understand how my family just gave me to a place that would kill me just because I needed some care.  Maybe they didn't have the money.  I can't tell Phyllis that but she is getting smarter every day.  Now she knows that if I stand in the kitchen and bark I want to eat and if I bark and go to the door I want to go out.  I use a wee wee pad but sometimes I just want to go out.