Dexter's surgery

Well, it happened. Mommy and Daddy forced me to grow up. I had something called "surgery" but I don't know what it is or what happened.

Daddy put me in the car and drove me to the vet one morning. Mommy wasn't there to hold me, so I had to sit in the back strapped into the seat. I do not like riding in cars! Not one bit. I yell and I yell, but Mommy and Daddy never listen.

Then Daddy walks me into the vet office and leaves without me! I barked for him to stay with me, but he didn't. I was very sad. I remember the vet tech girls shaving one of my front legs and then sticking something sharp and pointy in there, but then I took a long nap. When I woke up, I realized I felt a little woozy, my nails were shorter, and I was missing a few things down below. Nothing hurt, though. I was just starving and I wasn't allowed to eat. :(

After an eternity, the vet lady let me out of a crate to take me out to pee. Well, I could hear Mommy and Daddy were in the office, so I acted like I didn't have to pee so I could come inside and see them quicker. When they finally let me see Mommy, I ran to her and was very excited. Mommy was very excited, too. However, I think I was more excited because I peed all over the floor and Mommy's pea coat. Mommy didn't even seem mad! Daddy kept making jokes about Mommy's coat, calling it a "pee coat." Don't quit your day job, Dad. ;-)

Mommy and Daddy brought me home and inspected me. They kept watching to see if I would lick my stitches but I didn't. That would be gross! They put some ice cubes in a bowl for me to lick since I still wasn't allowed to have food or a lot of water. I kept trying to play with them, but they wouldn't play back. And then I was kept in my crate for awhile since I was not allowed to run around. I followed them up and down the stairs a few times before they could do that, though!

Mommy and Daddy got dressed up all fancy and left me alone in my crate for a few hours. When they came back, they found a few surprises in my crate. I had a few accidents. The vet told Mommy that there was a chance I wouldn't go potty for 24 to 36 hours, but I did, anyway. Daddy cleaned my crate and Mommy gave me some more ice cubes to lick.

Mommy and Daddy still won't let me run around, but I always manage to outsmart them and zoom around the kitchen and run up the steps with them chasing me. It's my favorite game!

I'm hoping in a few days my parents will ease off of me and find something else to worry about! I'm fine! :)

sick (again)

I don't think Mommy and Daddy were happy with me this past weekend. I've had a little tickle in my throat for a few days and I keep trying to get it out. Daddy had to call the vet to schedule an appointment for me after Aunt Heather's photo shoot.

Aunt Heather asked me to model some of her cowls (a scarf she knits in a loop!). She asked some of her other friends to model, too, but I was really the star of the show.

However, since I was not feeling so well, I had a few accidents in the car. Mommy and Daddy were not happy the first time, second time, OR the third time it happened. They gave up and let me slide around in my puddle until we made it to the park. Daddy had to wash me off in a pond. No one wanted to pet me as much after that. I was sad, but I knew I was a stinky puppy. Mommy cleaned out my carrier and I tried to thank her with a few little nips at her hands, but she didn't seem happy.

The photo shoot was a lot of fun. I got to see some of Mommy and Daddy's friends and got a lot of loving from my Auntie Jessi and Uncle Brian. Uncle Brian and I even got a picture together since we had the same green cowl. I looked a little better in it, though, and I think Auntie Jessie noticed. :)

Mommy held me on the way back to the vet. I like it better when she holds me in the car, anyway!

At the vet, we learned that I am now 7 pounds, 14 ounces! Every single day Mommy says that I am growing up too fast. I think I'm right on schedule. I'm not going to be a little baby pug forever, Mom!

Dr. Jamie pushed on my throat and I didn't like it. He used his cold tools on my neck and said he heard some congestion in there. He said he was going to give us coughing pills and pink medicine.

I guess Mommy and Daddy forgot about the coughing pills. They've been giving me these squishy lamb treats instead! I am always very excited to eat one and I gobble the whole thing down right away! The pink medicine, however, they did NOT forget.

Mommy pretends like she is going to rub my belly, but then holds down all of my legs! Then Daddy holds my mouth open to give me the medicine. They don't even give me a warning! I kick and wiggle and try to bite, but I can't get them off of me. Once the medicine is gone, I get one of my lamb treats, so I guess it's ok. I just always forget I'm going to get a treat afterwards. Maybe if they gave me one before, too, it would help me remember. :)

I am feeling pretty good lately. I guess that medicine is working. It's good, too, because I learned I am going to meet a new puppy friend on Saturday! Her name is Chloe and she is a little fluffy puppy. Her parents are friends with Mommy and Daddy. Mommy keeps saying she is so excited to see me play with a little dog my size. I'm not that little; I don't know what she's talking about!

Here I am looking quite handsome in the cowl Aunt Heather made for me.

No wonder Aunt Jessi had her eye on me. ;)