I'll start with my friend Red. He recently came over for a weekend to stay, or at least that's what his mother intended. Red had a completely different agenda. He ran away. It gave my mom quite a scare. She searched for him for hours, followed every lead she got, and when she had given up hope, she hung up missing posters. That same evening, she got the brilliant idea to post something on Craig's list. Lo and behold, some good citizen had gotten Red to stop running long enough for the doggy police to pick him up and take him in. Thanks to the posting on Craig's list, she was able to assure Red's mommy that he was safe in jail for the night and that she would go get him in the morning.
You may wonder why I'm telling you about this, since it really isn't about me. Well, let me tell you. The morning after Red's great escape, before my mommy went to pick him up in jail, she let me outside to do my morning duties, and get this.....she forgot me! I know. It seems utterly impossible someone could lose two dogs in less than 24 hours, but that's just what she did. She let me out and then went to breakfast. That left me no choice but to wander the neighborhood looking for someone to help me get back home.
To add insult to injury, when the kind neighbor called her to report me found, she denied any knowledge of me. She said the person must be confused and that the dog she was looking for had been found and was in jail. It took the neighbor a few tries before my mom realized it was me that she had lost this time. The gall of that woman. I almost ran away on purpose after that incident. I'm still giving her the cold shoulder. And poor Red. He must still be traumatized. He actually ran so long and so far his paws blistered and peeled.
In other news, Barkley has discovered the joys of the fan. I, on the other hand, just insisted my mother install an air conditioner. Fans are so 1980.
With my health continuing to deteriorate, things have been rough for me. I am having more trouble than ever getting up and down. I can no longer do any stairs without assistance. I really have no interest in walks or balls anymore. Mommy thinks I might be on my last leg. I believe she's planning on putting me down come winter. This has been a difficult decision for both of us. I want her to do what's right for me, but I love her so much and I know she won't be able to cope with my loss.
While I've been experiencing a lot of lasts as of late (like my last bath ever), I recently experienced a first. My mother was out at a concert when one of her old friends came up to her to express their condolences on my passing. I guess she got the impression from my blogs (or the lack thereof) that I had passed away or been put down. I guess that's why I decided to make a deal with mom. I let her brush me in exchange for her posting a blog. So folks, there it is. I'll try to write more, but as you know, my mother is awful busy. She owes me big time though.
