My New Routine

We have a BIG backyard. The routine up until last week was to just be let out, "do our business", then report back to the back door where we are let in, praised, given a snack and then lay down for our 20 hours / day snooze.

The new routine is very different. Now I have to wear a collar and be attached to a leash when I go outside. Granted, I usually hole ass at top speed around the yard, which is apparently a no-no with a herniated disk. So we calmly walk outside, my mom or dad watches me do my business then we walk back in. How embarrassing is that? Well, at least there's still praise and snacks, so it's not all bad.

I also seem to be taking a lot of pills which make me feel groovy. Mom tries to hide them in my food, but if I miss them, they either get jammed down my throat or given to me hidden in salami, cheese, etc. I naturally prefer the latter method. I'm told I'm taking something yellow for inflammation, then two tinies for pain and then two round white ones that are muscle relaxants. They COULD make them taste like dog treats, instead they are not that great. Especially the "jamming down the throat method" (see above).

Well, I'm sleepy, plus Maury is on and I can't wait to find out who the baby daddy is for all those puppies. Love and hugs, Voyager