Tomorrow is swim Sunday!  I'm supposed to swim every other Sunday but my people were sick for the last one.  My people say I'm supposed to rest up today so I'll be all ready for tomorrow!!!!!!  Every time I open my eyes after I nap, my people have to tell me it's not tomorrow yet!

I went to the rehab vet yesterday for my regular check up.  
It was a good thing because my woman and I had an "incident" Thursday.  We were going to go out front through the garage and she decided to grab some stuff off the kitchen counter to take to the garage to throw away.  She thought I was behind her but I was in front of her.  She kneed me in the side hard enough for me to slip sideways then she started to fall.  I thought I was going to die but she managed to leap over me as she was falling.  By the time she got up off the tile, I was on my bed where it was safe!  She made sure I was OK then we went out.
My rehab vet said I had some issues that were "consistent" with what happened the day before.  One of the things that happened was a "right translation of the occiput."  My woman knows what the "occiput" is but didn't know what the rest meant.  It means my head slid from the impact!  
See - she tried to kill me!!!!
Other than that, I had very few issues.  I got all fixed up and am ready to swim!!!!

I've been exploring the dried up wetlands/duck pond.  Someone (we're pretty sure we know who) took out the beaver dam (which is illegal).  I've also been finding new trails in the area.  My boy even found a way to go from 1 trail to a big open spot I can explore!

My woman completed the 1st level of animal aromatherapy training so she's been staying busy.  There's 5 or 6 more levels to complete and the 1st one looks like it's the shortest one.  She's already used what she learned to help me when I was having leg spasms due to tweaking my pelvis romping in our big snow in January.

I just lost my bestest friend.  He had something called Lymphoma.  We'd known each other my whole life.  He wasn't much older than me.

Our first meeting, he bit me and made me go "yipe."  I looked at his man, his man looked at me and said "You bite him girl" so I pinned my ears back, put my snark face on, jumped up and bit him with my puppy teeth.  He went "YIPE!" and we were best friends after that.

We liked to run around in the park and our yards, wrestle, and pull on each other's lips to say "Hey, let's play."

He liked to drink out of my canteen even when I tried to swallow his head.
 
He was afraid of my stairs for years then he decided they weren't so scary so he'd come in and play with me.  Then he realized he could open my front door so he'd let himself in.

He was the only dog I would share my food with.  
But I wouldn't share my spiral tendon. He found that out the hard way when I tried to turn him into a CPR dummy.  He got up and decided the direct approach didn't work so maybe a side approach would.  He would walk toward me sideways a few steps, stop, walk towards me, stop.  That didn't work either.

I'll miss laying on my bed, looking out my window, and seeing him laying on his bed and looking at me out his window.