my best friends like to chew on me

since I've been here with my nice foster people, I've been eating good food and taking things called sup-ple-ments. the people tell me that I'm building muscles that are helping my knees to work. that must be true, since I don't fall down anymore and I can run like the wind.

they say I may be able to wait a little while before I get new knees, which sounds good to me.

and now I have a new job. while I work on getting healthy, my people brought me this puppy here to keep me happy. the people say I'm doing a good job with teaching him stuff about how to play.



his name is elliot and he sure likes to chew on me a lot.

the people say that's because he's getting new teeth. I guess that means we have something in common .. elliot is waiting to get new teeth just like I'm going to be getting new knees.

I wonder how long this will all take?

I never knew helping puppies grow up right could be so much fun. but wow! he sure likes to chew on me!



all this work makes me ...

.... sooo ....

..... sleeeeeeepy.

zzzzzzz

my new friend penny

Nice lady and nice mister have been dealing with things they call "res-cue-emer-gen-cies" a lot. I don't know what that means, but they sure are moving around a lot and talking on that thing they call the telephone and acting worried sometimes.

They said I should have a friend to keep me company while we wait for it to be my turn to be important. So Penny came to stay for a couple of weeks and we're having LOTS of fun together.

She's got a big voice. I think she's funny and I think she likes me too. Here we are trying our best to be quiet while the nice people sleep.

I don't think we were too good at that tho.'

sunday with the pinks

finished my kong ball.


what should I do now?

mebbe it's time for a little nappy. mmmmmmm.

mmmm.
that was good.

wonder if I should get up now?

wha? ... wassat? is someone goin outside?
gotta go!

fresh grass. yummy.


I think I hear the spring. it's coming, it's coming!

new knees for me!

A lot's happened since I got bonafide. The nice people that take care of me told me that I sit funny because my knees are broken and need to be fixed. Maybe that's why it hurts to get up in the morning? Sometimes I try to run to see my people but then I fall down.

The nice doctor that spaded me twisted my legs around like a pretzel (ouch!) and she said I got a Grade 3 for one knee and a Grade 4 for the other knee. I wonder if that means I got good grades?

My foster people told me I don't need to worry about a thing and that they're going to buy me some new knees. Isn't that nice? I wonder when the new knees will get here. Until they do, I'm going to be very very good so they know that I'm looking forward to my new gift.

I get "bonafide" today

Nice Lady woke me up real early today and told me I was going to a place to get spaded (?) so I could be "bonafide." She said it was a good thing and smiled a lot, but then she must've forgot to feed me because she put me in the thing called a car without making breakfast and then she smiled some more.

My stomach felt real funny on the windy roads to the spaded place, so I threw up all over the car seat. Yuk. Nice Mister said that's okay because everyone else throws up here, too. The lady said I needed more practice in the car-thing, which does not sound like much fun to me.

The doctor at the spaded place was really nice and told me I was "a little shy," so I pushed my head into her lap so she could see that I liked her. I think it worked. She smiled and hugged me and my stomach felt a little better.


My friend Mikey came with us to get herself bonafide today, too. Nice Mister was in a good mood and talked about how brave she was being in this new place. They said something about Mikey being a bust dog but she didn't look so busted to me. They told the doctor lady that Mikey would be leaving us soon so she could start a very important new job somewhere else, but we aren't supposed to talk about that or it could get "jinxed." I don't know what that means, but getting bonafide sure sounds important.

I have to spend the night here in this place and come home tomorrow. It's scary, but people here are kind, so I will try hard to be brave like Mikey.

hollywood pink

No more 'Stinky Pinky'

My foster people say I'm something called "house-trained" now, which I guess is good since they don't plug their noses in the mornings when they see me or call me Stinky Pinky anymore.

I like to potty outside with my new dog friends in the spot where they showed me. We even get to do zoomies together after we're done. It's super cool.

Here I am with my new friend Honky Tonk.

Honky's ears are broke so he listens real close to Nice Mister with his eye instead. My ears work good. I love to hear the new people say "Good girl!" They say it all the time, so I listen real close so I can hear it again since it makes me feel good.