Speaking of the Reese-Baby, Mom made this adhorrible picture of me and the Reese-Baby all smooshed together. We are a few of her favorite things, so let's see what we look like as a dog-baby stew, right?
She calls it Grace-Swap. She thinks she's so clever.
Woof. I am Greecie.
But let's get back to my bladder because I might have to dash and pee at any given moment.
If you recall from my introduction page, I had a giant stone in my bladder when I was rescued. I also had giant surgery to remove it. Now when I take a nap, sometimes I get up and find I've leaked on whatever comfy and absorbent victim was available. Sometimes it's one of my very own beds. Sometimes it's the blankets on the couch (Mom is very careful to always have stuff under my hoo-ha in case I leak). Sometimes, if my hoo-ha is close enough to my Dad's leg, I leak all over his jeans (and even through to his briefs), and he loves that so very much.
This is my sad, pathetic (and half-pissed-off) face when I come to realize I'm marinading myself in my own urine.
Mom has been doing laundry non-stop.
I go see another vet this week to test my tinkle. We have to make sure there's no sign of infection left so that I don't get another stone. I thought you took medical marijuana to get a stone.
But that could make me paranoid and think horrible creatures are trying to steal my Hippo.
Are they this way?
Or that way?
Eventually, I drift off and dream of Doritos.
Mom is wondering if this is what we have to look forward to until the end of time. She'll be asking the vet this question. I hope I don't have to wear diapers, because that would be ri-dog-ulous.
You think I'm embarrassed now?
Mom is teaching me stuff. At least, she thinks she's teaching me stuff. I already know everything. I'm just taking my sweet time in acknowledging that I know everything. I'm making her work for it. Plus, I get more treats this way.
Don't you go thinking I was born yesterday.
Right now we're working on sit. Come on. I've been doing this sit all my life. Give me something tougher, because this is bullsit. Although, I would love to sit and eat Interloper Cat.
Yeah. Why don't you make that happen? I'll take a great, big, giant sit then. Oh, yeah.