I helped my woman plan out what treats we are going to make my friends. I am the treat inspector. They don't agree with me that I should perform 100% quality sampling!
I bought my gift for my people and sent my woman out to buy stuff for my rehab vet, my massage ladies, and the vet clinic that gives me all the treats.
My woman had to have some teeth brutally cut out (they took her wisdom!) and I got a new crate to stay in while they were gone. My old crate got too small and I would jump any gates they put up so they said I had to stay in a crate for a couple of hours. I don't like to be in a crate so they drugged me!
It sits in the living room and, sometimes, I like to go in there and lay down! Sometimes there are treats hidden in there that I have to find. Maybe crates aren't so bad.
I went to the rehab vet Friday morning to walk in the thing that fills part way with water and then the floor moves. I get tripe and cream cheese. They found out I can't do what I am supposed to do - walk, stop and rest, walk, stop and rest, and walk. I get too upset when it stops and try to get out. So now I walk the whole time. And they have me start walking when the water starts coming into the thing and keep me walking until the water is gone. I walked for 12 minute plus the time it took to fill and drain.
They have a pool there that I keep wanting to get into and they tell me maybe someday soon I can get in it. I miss swimming but I get too crazy and would hurt myself at the pool I normally go to.
Friday afternoon I went to my vet and she poked me with a needle to see what came out of a lump on my ribs. She also looked at a lump on my flank area but didn't do anything to that one.
My Kia has been set up so I get 2/3 of the back seat and my man gets the other 1/3. That way I have someone with me to give me treats! My people say that's not why someone has to be with me when we go somewhere. They say it's some nonsense about me not being able to get crazy when I see bicycles, motorcycles and pedestrians with dogs.
I see the rehab vet on Friday to see how my knee is doing and how much my muscles are growing with my rehab work.
She said I could do a lot more, I just can't get crazy.
I still can't jump on and off furniture but I get to go in the other bedroom to sleep on my bed in there instead of being locked in the bedroom at night. And my bench is still blocked off but it's now just boxes instead of boxes and gates. I like just the boxes a lot better.
I've gotten to play with some friends too. We all get to have a ball and trot around together.
My woman is learning to massage small animals and I get to be her study buddy! When Beth-massage-lady comes every week to do my massage, she has her poke and prod me when she finds something. I like being a study buddy!