Early in the morning, I don’t care who I sleep with.
Now, if she starts snuggling, like these kittehs do with Toby
I’ll be sure I’m slipping….
Pee Ess: This is an old picture taken WAY before Toby got his sickies. They still snuggle like that though….
Sorry folks, I tried, but couldn’t convince Mom to take me mud-puddlin’ today. She had other plans. First a bit of swimming.
A little ball play. (A bit blurry, but I’m that fast–at least for her cell camera.)
Then she did it to me.
I DARED her to put the devil hat on me–it’s bad enough putting silly stuff on my back. Mom said I’d never make it as a model. I guess it’s a good thing we had fun before all the yucky dress-up stuff.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN everyone!!!
Hi! Toby here. It’s been a long haul since I was knighted as ‘Sir Pantsalot of the Round Bowl‘ and a lot has happened. Let me tell you, fighting dragons is hard. Really HARD. Even with a magic sword. My special vet has been with me all the way, even though the dragons were impervious to some of those potions he sprinkled on my sword. Dragon 1 was Cushing’s Disease. That was a nasty fight, let me tell you. 
I don’t think I’d had enough practice with my sword, so I ended up on the wrong side of that battle. I was pretty down and out for a bit, that’s for sure. And, wouldn’t you know, the Cushing’s dragon called in reinforcements! Just what I needed….
This new dragon
had a funny name: Addison’s Disease. It’s supposed to be the opposite of Cushing’s (sorta like a mirror image). All I know, it was scary. But Sage and all my blog friends were by my side in all my fights. It sure helps to have an army behind you!! I can’t thank you enough for all the good wishes and happy thoughts you sent. Dragons don’t like them, that’s for sure. But that wasn’t the end of it.
I kept losing weight (must have been all that fighting) and my special vet tried something to help me absorb food. I spent a couple of days looking at the Rainbow Bridge. It was there–I saw it. It’s really beautiful, let me tell you. And I saw Maggie. She looked like she couldn’t wait to have me come play with her! But Sage, the little whippersnapper that she is, said NO–I couldn’t go yet. She needs me here. I heard her in the distance saying that and decided maybe I should stay a while longer.
So, here I am. The special vet says I’m doing pretty well in my fight with the Addison’s dragon. The magic Prednisone potion is working! My legs don’t work so well and I have some spinal degeneration, but I’m happy. I go for walks. I get some of the best food you could ask for and I gained a couple of pounds! Pretty good, huh?
Remember when I was out swimming in the Willamette a few months ago and saw what looked like a pirate ship? I was back there today, minding my own business, and look what I saw.
A Jolly Roger flag–and on the same ship! 
Do you think they knew I’d been talking about them?
The rains have started and you know what that means! M. U. D. mud. Glorious mud. There aren’t any mud-puddles yet, but there’s no shortage of water at 1000 Acres. And we were on the prowl looking for some. Mom didn’t like the looks of this water, so we weren’t allowed to stay in this pond. Too icky, she said. 
So, we forged onward and found a new trail through some ghostly looking trees. Tucker & I decided this was a pretty weird place. 
But it led us to a small hole filled with water. I was in it in a nano-second! What is there about water that’s so wonderful?
But this isn’t the end of our adventure! We slogged on (I like that word–it’s what we do) and all of a sudden. There is was. The Columbia! Well, a small inlet of it. Come on, guys. Get a move on–I want to go swimming!
We didn’t have a ball, so Caly and I started swimming for sticks. There’s always a lot around.
Except she brought back both of them! That’s OK with me–I give up my ball or stick if someone else wants it. 
But don’t worry, I got my share.
That’s what we do.
I’m home! Mom’s home! All’s well again in the world. At least I think so. But, I have to tell you about my stint in the local jail great place they left me. It wasn’t for the whole time, just when Dad went to see little Poppy and Mom was still gone. I think I acted out a little bit right at first.
First, I went on a hunger strike. AND, that first night back there, I wasn’t going to have ANY PART of another dog sleeping next to me. No, sirree! See, they have open sleeping at this place. No cells crates (which I HATE). I heard them tell Mom I had to be put in solitary confinement a separate place to sleep and I think I was about to be sent to a maximum security prison expelled. Well, I fixed them! I decided I’d quit my hunger strike and got in good with some of the guards. I found some dogs to play with and started having a good time. That last night there I even kept everyone up because I wanted to play. And, they want me to come back! See? I know how to turn it around.
Mom said I’m her little juvie (that’s juvenile delinquent, if you don’t know). Didn’t she know I was stressed? And when I’m stressed, I get cranky. I keep telling her that I’m pretty normal for my breed. Hu-mans–they don’t know ANYTHING! But I guess I have to go see a shrink behaviorist…..
Meanwhile, Mystic and I are getting along swell–she sticks to the penthouse and I’ve got my condo back!
You know she left me, don’t you? Left me here all alone. Well, with Dad and Toby and those darn kittehs. And all to go take care of her hu-daughter and this new little baby whose name is Penelope Frances and will be called Poppy. I don’t know too much about little hu-babies, but Mom says I’ll learn. I hope so!
I suppose I SHOULD tell you she talks to me and her voice comes out of Dad’s computer. I haven’t quite figured that whole thing out–I hear her voice, but she isn’t here. Maybe she’s outside? She even took some pictures of me through MY computer (which she took with her) and Dad’s computer and over the airwaves and somewhere in outer space. Anyway, they were pretty fuzzy, but you get it, right? It’s probably that outer space stuff, don’t you think?
I have to do a whole lot of thinking and my head tilts one way and then the other. She keeps telling me I’m a good girl and she misses me. Well, doesn’t she know Dad takes me for walks and plays with me? 
I really don’t think I like this voice that sounds like Mom coming out of that computer. It’s just too weird for me! She’d just better get home here!
You hear that MOM? I haven’t even been able to keep up with all my blog furiends. I just want everyone to know I’ll be there to visit you soon!!
Mom & Dad went to the California Academy of Science today and took me along! Sorta like a Flat Sage. It’s a good way to travel, that’s for sure. It’s been pretty good at the *big house* my favorite home-away-from-home, but hitchin’ a ride with Mom & Dad on one of their adventures is even better! When we first got there, a bunch of stingrays were on the move. After Mom put her picture-taking machine away, we watched them having a race–one guy was stoked and was moving out ahead of all the rest–flappin’ his fin like he really knew what he was doing! Too bad Mom didn’t take that picture….
We saw a lot of snakes. (For those of you not into snakes, quickly scroll below the next picture.) This one was really neat–a Reticulated Python. They grow to 25 feet long–the longest snake in the world! Pshew. I was glad it was inside its house when I went by–I’d be dead meat. What, Mom? I’m safe? That’s what YOU say……see those beady eyes? 
I think I need to see something a bit safer, don’t you? This is a piranha. Mom said it can eat you in a second. I don’t believe her, do you? This guy has a smirk on his face–at least I think so.
I’m still working on safer, Mom. Get it? What’s up with you? Are you crazy or something? What’s this? An albino alligator? A real albino alligator named Claude who’s 16–that’s older than me! And what’s he doing with his head on top of this turtle? Oh, woe is me…..Oh, that’s right, it’s the turtle that should be saying that! pshewwwww
What’s next in this litany of tortures? A man-eating tiger? Come on, Mom. There has to be something here that’s not going to eat me.
What’s that? African Penguins? They’re OK? What are they looking for? 
Oh, it’s ME!! 
I like these guys–they just eat fish…..
Hope you enjoyed the show! I’m ready to see if any one else has crazy man/dog-eating critters hangin’ around their blog. Maybe it’s just me………
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I’m off to prison my exciting new boarding facility today–remember Mom will be gone a WHOLE month? There’s this little hu-man baby arriving in San Francisco really soon now. At least that’s what they’re telling me. But, Dad will be back in a few days, so he’ll break me out of there. At least he’d better!!
But, before I leave, I couldn’t pass up another Muddy Monday. I’ve certainly had more spectacular ones, but this is the best you can get when it’s HOT and all the water is drying up and there’s nothing but dirt. Except at the river.
Pee Ess: I think I might be able to sneak a few stories to you while Mom is gone and we’ll be checking in with you the whole time! So, don’t forget me…….
The roll
The aftermath
