Popular Demand

By popular demand (mainly from the grandmothers), I am putting up more pictures of my baby sister -- from her best side (HA!HA!) . . .

I find this her best angle

Aww, don't be mad sis! It's just a joke!

Gimme that leash

Wow, I can't believe it has been several weeks since I have blogged. For some reason, life for me is not as exciting here in Florida as it was in Alaska. One of the reasons is that I can't go on long, extended hikes here because I become a hot and toasted puggy after a few minutes in this weather. On those quick walks, however, I am not all get-my-business-done-and-go-back-into-the-air-conditioning dog . . . sometimes I do like to play:

One of my favorites is playing "Gimme that leash". Pretty self-explanatory . . .

Here I am playing that game with Daddy. I am, of course, winning as you can see (most of the leash is on my side!!)

Another victim of the Florida heat

Playing is hard work

At the Beach

Hi all! Yours truly here, back again and now bladder-infection free! Wow, that stuff really takes a toll on you. In celebration of me being nursed back to health (Mommy says I am being over dramatic, that I just had a bladder infection and not brain surgery. Hmmph, what does she know!?!), we went to the beach last weekend. There were tons of dogs there, playing frisbee and jumping into the water.

I was quite embarrassed to still be led around by my leash in front of all the other dogs; Mommy said that she was afraid I would run away or bother those families having picnics on the beach. Come on -- a little begging for food never hurt anyone . . .

Bladder Infection

This past weekend, I was having problems peeing; I had to go constantly. Mommy noticed this and then noticed that my urine was slightly pinkish. We went to the vet today and she suspected I had a bladder infection, but wanted a urine sample to confirm it. So the veternary assistants walked me around their office carrying a ladle to catch my urine -- I thought this was so weird that I didn't pee for them. Mommy had to collect my urine when we got home. The funny thing was that Daddy was totally squeamish about it -- you would think that a man who picks up my poop would have no problems collecting my urine. Noooo! He was totally grossed out by the whole thing -- MEN!

So the vet said I had bacteria in my urine and started me on antibiotics. And I have to start on heartworm medication as well, not to mention continue with my flea medication (I only did my heartworm thing once-a-year in Ketchikan, and we didn't even bother with flea/tick medicine up there). I think I need some compensation for having to take so much medication . . . like a cookie!

Super Squeaker Cow

Hello all! It reached 100 degrees here today, so needless to say I stayed in . . . again. To make up for the indoor imprisonment, my parents bought me this awesome toy -- it's a cow that has 16 squeaker-things inside. I thought I died and went to puggy heaven; I LOVE attacking those squeaker-things. In fact, other than eating, sleeping, and snuggling, trying to get those plastic squeaker-things is my purpose in life!

The cow tried to escape, but I have it firmly by its neck. One shake of my head and the cow will die a quick death via transected cervical vertebra (Mommy makes me watch CSI with her; thus, the professional jargon)

Once the cow is subdued, I can begin the relentless disembowelment to de-squeakify the bovine . . .

At the Pier

Boy is it hot here! I normally like taking my time with my walks, but lately the heat and humidity has gotten the best of me; lounging around in an air-conditioned room has become my routine. Not to say I don't enjoy the outdoors: notice my recent excursion to the local marina . . .

There are way more boats here than in the harbors in Ketchikan, and they seem a bit more, um, expensive also. I don't think many of them are used primarily for sustenance fishing . . .

Ok, Daddy, that's enough. How about we go home for some cold lemonade!

Not Lookalikes

I know you guys are all marveling about how much my sister and I look alike (see my last blog if you think likewise). Here in Florida, I have noticed a distinct difference in the birds that congregate outside our abode. The birds here are much skinnier and smaller:

FLORIDA

We don't see such fragile birds in Alaska

You are too skinny bird . . . you need to eat more meat!

ALASKA

Now, this is the type of bird I am used to seeing. This handsome creature obviously eats very well!