half birthday

Since Tuesday was my 6-month birthday, mom got out my squirrel toy. It has a squeaker in the body part, which is good since I broke the squeaker in the tail the first night I had it. I haven't gotten to play with it in awhile, even though it's one of my favorite toys.

barking

In case it's too blurry, it says "I had my own blog for awhile, but I decided to go back to just pointless, incessant barking." Yay for pointless, incessant barking!

getting "fixed"?!

I'm not really sure what happened, but I stayed at the vet over the weekend, and while I was there, they did more surgery, put a cone back on me, and now I feel like less of a man. Mom calls it getting me "fixed" but I don't know what needed fixing. I am doing ok with the cone now, having spent so much time with it over recent months, but anytime I start to lick myself, mom gives me something to distract me.

hiding spot

Sometimes when I'm feeling goofy, I hide in between the couch and the sofa chair where it's hard for anyone to reach me. I also sometimes hide my toys there. It's like my own private cubby hole, but I can still be near mom and dad in the living room.

my first report card

Mom and dad left me alone for my first time today at the Wag Hotel. I got a large room for the day, and they gave me my first swimming lesson and then a bath. My report card from the day shows that I was well behaved, not at all stressed by being away from mom and dad, and I ate so much I could have eaten a truck! Overall, it was a pretty fun day for me, even if I didn't get the blueberry facial.