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!?
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