yet, the vet

uh oh. my people have been dropping hints that i'm visiting my friends at queen west animal hospital tomorrow. hopefully it's nothing serious. maybe i can just pick up my medicine and be done with it.

i definitely don't want to get on the scale. i think my metabolism is slowing down. or maybe my cute look is just too irresistable to my family. anyway, i don't appreciate knowing the numbers.

if you want to go to the vet too, you can visit them at http://www.queenwestvets.com/. they are very nice people there -- scott, scott and paula are my favourites. scott and scott are two different doctors even though they have the same name.

one scott calls me "madam" and gets down on the floor really low to pet me and talk to me. i love him. if i didn't already have such good people, i'd want to live with him. i bet he'd feed me nice snacks. and play plenty of ball.

the other scott, he's ok, but not as friendly. but i think he must be a good doctor since he is very straightforward. he gives good shots and doesn't make me feel like a canine pin cushion.

paula, i haven't known as long, but she helped me out a lot when i had my breathing problems a couple of years ago. her mannerisms are in between scott and scott. but she always gives me a good bum scratch. i think she likes bulldogs, at least, she seems to know a lot about us.

btw, i'm getting pretty good at this internet stuff.

a couple of weeks ago, i even found a place to get my second favourite toy (you know i like balls best), this thing my people call a Y. it's really called a bettie. you can see it at http://www.otisandclaude.com/content_products.html.

anyway, i found http://www.kennelcafe.com/ which is pretty close to my house and realized i could get my people to get me a new one to replace the one i've ripped. suckers -- they bought me 2 because they were worried the toy was being discontinued.

personally i think the nice lady was looking out for my best interests. i can have one in the basement and one upstairs. that way, i'm ready for tug when ever i need it.

my people have been making me crazy. they've been painting again and moving furniture. why don't they just move again and be done with it? will they never be satisfied?

the only good that's come out of my people's amateur hgtv show weekends is that they made me a stand for my water and food bowls. it all started because my female human put my water bowl on a big brick outside in the backyard and she saw i could drink much easier. duh! i don't have lean over so of course, i can drink better. hopefully they make more. but right now the stand is looking kinda ugly. it needs a coat of paint or something.

wait there's one more good thing -- i now get to sleep on a cloud every night. my people bought some kind of soft squishy thing for us to sleep on. well, they bought it for themselves, but we all know who loves it the most. me -- i could sleep up there on the bed all day long, except jumping not something i can do very much of any more. the medicine helps, but my back legs don't work as well as they used to. the couch in the basement is lower so i get up there ok when my people aren't around to lift me. truth be told, i really prefer it when they lift me up.

anyway, i'd better go back to bed now. i usually wait until my people are at work to write, but i'm having a little trouble sleeping tonight. sometimes it happens. i tried to convince my people to play a little ball, but they hid it, so i took the hint and went downstairs.