Return of the Coneheads - just in time for Christmas!

Well, I did it again.

One day last week, while Mom was helping customers at the store, I hid in my new bed at the store, and licked and licked and licked a spot on my hip until I had another one of those "hot spot" things that always makes Mom put the bucket on my head.

Here is me today, with my bucket head, playing with my good old "swollen tongue" toy.


This is still a great toy, even though it has quit squeaking.

I hate when squeakers quit squeaking!





Now, the good thing about wearing my bucket is that when I get tired of playing with one of my toys, I can just drop it, and carry it around in the bucket until I want to play with it again - this works pretty good with all my toys - even my big babies!

It does NOT work so good with treats Mom throws at me (why do I always miss catching them when I wear this thing?) Anyway - the treat gets stuck around my neck area, and I can't reach it, but I lick and lick trying to get it, and then the treat is all sticky, and my neck is all sticky, and, well - you get the idea.

Mom has special medicine for my boo-boo, and she puts it on me (I don't mind!) and I wear the cone around the house so I don't lick off the medicine, and so I don't lick my boo-boo.

But thanks to this new thing Mom found at the PetSmart (I Looooove going there!) - I don't have to suffer the humiliation of wearing my bucket head in public anymore!


Mom calls these doggie bandaids - they have special stuff on them to keep me from licking, and she can put in on my boo-boo, and it is basically invisible ('cause it is the same color as my fur!) - but when people at the store rub me, they sometimes find it. But sometimes not.

These doggie bandaids make Mom sneeze if she gets close too them - that is because they are coated in Cayenne pepper. They don't make me sneeze, but I sure don't lick 'em, either!

So, I wear the bucket at home, so my medicine can work, and I wear the pepper bandaid at work, so I don't look so silly. The pepper bandaid won't stick to my medicine, or else I would never have to wear the stupid bucket!

I hope everybody has a good holiday!

Mom and I are spending a couple of days lounging around the house, and then on Saturday we are driving up to the mountains to visit our friends, and we hope it is snowing up there!

It's for my own good...?

Does that statement EVER mean anything good is about to happen?

You guys know I've been wearing this stupid cone forEVER.

And my Mom has been taking care of my boo-boo, and checking me all the time, and I got all better this week, so Mom decided to start letting me go without the cone.

She does this gradually - by letting me go for just a few hours without it at first, so she can watch me, like I'm some kind of recidivist or something.

The nerve.

But anyway, she started freeing me from the cone on Monday when she was home from work, and we sat around the living room all day - she was working on her stoopid beads, and I was left to my own devices. Do you want to know what I did? Really what I did?

Mom was really, really wrapped up in her bead stuff, and the TV was on, of course, and so she wasn't paying much attention to me.

And about an hour later, she noticed that she was hearing a very repetitive licking sound coming from somewhere - and she started looking for me, and she couldn't see me anywhere. Because I am smart, and I had crawled behind a big chair to hide from her!

And she got up really quietly and sneaky-like, and snuck up and me and caught me licking - but I wasn't licking my all-healed-up boo-boo. I was, of course, licking my .......... "business". After all, I hadn't been able to do this in FOREVER!!!

And evidently, that was OK with her, because she didn't put me back in the cone.

So for 4 days, she let me be out of the cone whenever she was home and awake, and I was perfectly behaved, and didn't do any bad licking, so last night she let me sleep without the cone.

She even gave me a huge rawhide bone so I could celebrate, and have something delicious to chew and suck on!

And then this morning, she gave me a full body frisking, and didn't find any wet spots, so she decided I was over it, and she went to work and left me out of the cone! Hurray!!

And I spent all day sucking on my thigh, and when Mom got home, she frisked me again, and discovered what I'd done, and put me back in the cone, saying "it's for your own good".

Yeah, right.

Stupid cone.

Gingey's home!

Well, Mom must have sent enough ransoms to the lady in the mountains, because Gingey is home at last!

I am just so excited! This picture was taken just moments after Mom opened the package -

I ran around the house a lot with Gingey!

We went upstairs while Mom changed her clothes, and I paused on the bed, but never let go of Gingey.

Then Mom went downstairs to cook dinner, and I raced after her, and I was so excited, and between wearing my cone and having Gingey in my mouth, I guess I couldn't see the stairs, and I was running too fast, and I fell down the stairs!

Fortunately, Mom was just a few steps from the bottom, and she heard the commotion as I came thundering down the stairs in a big tangle, and she stuck out her leg, and saved me! I composed myself, and raced her to the kitchen, and you know what?

I never even dropped Gingey!!!!

Bother and Worryation

Happy Independence Day, everybody!

As usual, I spent last night in Mom's closet, just like I do every July 4 (and every New Year's Eve, too).

I peeped out a couple of times to make sure Mom was OK, but mostly I just hid deep in her big comfy closet, 'til all the bang-bang noises were over.

I came out around 1 AM, and jumped up on Mom's bed to let her know it was time to take me outside.


And that's when she noticed that my left hip was all wet. And she knew what I had been doing in the closet - I had been "worryating" on my left hip, and now I have a great big boo-boo there. Mom said I was naughty. I can't help it, though - sometimes I just do this when I'm nervous!

It was all red last night, and Mom put medicine on it.

And naturally, now I have to wear the cone again.

Oops.

Cone? What cone?

Before we went on vacation, Mom and I went out in the yard to play, and she was really surprised when I showed her that I can still play soccer, even though I was still wearing the cone on my head.

I could still pick up the ball, and run fast, and Mom still couldn't catch me!

I need a new soccer ball, don't you think?

I'll show you what I did on vacation next time!

Ouch!

I'm pretty sad - can you tell?

I got bitten by a bug on my back leg, and then I kept scratching it and licking it (because dog licks make everything better!), and I must have been scratching and licking too much, because Mom finally looked at it, and found 2 big sores, and now I have to wear this stupid hat.

And you know how I feel about hats!

I especially hate this hat. I bump into doorways and furniture, and when Mom throws me treats, they bounce off the outside of it. And Mom calls me a "Conehead". Good grief.

Mom is putting medicine on my leg, which is stupid, because if she would just let me lick it, it would get all better!

Notice how I plop down on her jewelry stuff and her computer desk - that'll show her!

This picture show me when I heard the thunder! We have been having a lot of bad thunderstorms, and the thunder is even louder inside this hat.

Please tell my Mom to get me out of here!

Thanks!