Sunday, November 15, 2015

Resting Comfortably

It's been a few days and I'm still wearing this stupid t-shirt but I am also sleeping on the people's bed AND using the pillow, so it's all good!
I did overhear something about being such a good boy and not even attempting to bother my in-sish-un that the dorky DUDE t-shirt will soon be coming off.  Hip, Hip, Hooray!

Until next time...Sir Titan of Nottingham CGC TT

Thursday, November 12, 2015

Well...Isn't This Embarrassing!

It's not bad enough that I have special metal "stiples" (stitches/staples) in me, I'm being forced to wear this stupid t-shirt!  I'm wearing it as a precaution so I don't bother my "stiples" but seriously, I'm not that kind of dog.  On a good least there's breakfast!  
As it turns out, my tummy is still a little upset and I'm not very hungry ;o(

To make matters even worse, I was made to go outside with it on.  OUTSIDE, where I could be seen by anyone in the neighborhood.  Good grief!
Let's get this over with so I can get back inside and lie down.

Technically, it's my papa's t-shirt and it fits him a lot better than it fits me.  Know what it says?  Rock On says DUDE!  Talk about dorky.  As you can see, there's a big knot sitting on me, which keeps it from getting tangled in my feet and let's me use my manly parts without interference.  

Thankfully, tomorrow is another day!

Until next time...Sir Titan of Nottingham CGC TT

Wednesday, November 11, 2015


Something was not quite right this morning, I didn't get breakfast!  Seriously?  How am I expected to survive the day with breakfast.  Then, to make matters worse, we got right in the car for a ride.  We never do that, well not unless we are heading south but I haven't seen much production of stuffing stuff into boxes and putting all my special things in the car.  None of my special things are in the car today so I think there is something else going on and I don't think I like it...not one little bit.

Next thing I know, we are getting out at the Dr. Vet's office.  We were just here last week so it seems too soon to be here again but there is no mistaking the Dr. Vet's!

Did I mention that I didn't get any breakfast???

Two nice ladies come in to see me and say "hi" and they did a little poking and prodding, which starts to make me a little nervous.  Next thing I know,  my mama and papa go one way and I go the other way, with the nice ladies.  This can't possibly be right...

Fast forward a few hours, I's dark again and still there is no breakfast.  Truth be told, I don't really care much at this point, I'm feeling a little woozy and my legs are wobbly, very unusual.  Then I see my people...YAY!  my people are back, they didn't make a mistake after all and they are taking me home.  

Finally, breakfast, better late than never, I guess but I don't really feel much like eating, which is not like me, not like me at all.  I eat the little bit in my bowl and go back to lay down.  I'm really not feeling very well, my mouth hurts and my tummy hurts.  I have made the decision that's the last time I stay at the Dr. Vet's office.

As it turns out, I had a bad tooth...who knew?  I guess my mama kind of knew, which is why the Dr. Vet poked in my mouth last week.  I probably got it broken chewing on one of my fav-o-rite marrow bones and I heard my mama say I can't have them any more.  WHAT?  No marrow bones?  I sure hope they don't decide I can't have breakfast any more!  Not only that, I have a bunch of metal stitches in my side where I used to have some kind of "sist" that isn't there any more.  
So, here I lay, sad and uncomfortable and not feeling well.  The best I can do is look very sad and whine very softly, making my mama and papa feel bad for me.  Rumor has it that I will be feeling better tomorrow.  Whatever...I'm just hoping there is breakfast tomorrow.
Until next time...Sir Titan of Nottingham CGC TT