Red Dot Indian

My mommy was cutting beets on the counter and I like to look up at her because she's very clumsy and she drops lots of things on the ground. When it drops, I get to eat it. She often says, "Oops!" so I know that word means "Food dropped on the ground."

Today, a little piece fell and landed on my head and she said that I looked like an "Indian" with a red dot on my forehead. I don't know what that means, but I couldn't eat my dot off of my head so I was sad.

Better Energy

So I feel much better now since all of my various tumors have been removed and I've healed from the surgeries. My mommy's sister practices Reiki so she's been giving me reiki. Last week, she stopped by, and she personally gave me reiki and she said that my energy is much better. I got to lay down and be quiet while she was giving me reiki.

My mommy's been giving me home cooked meals with fresh veggies including spinach, brussel sprouts, carrots, broccoli, cauliflower, and celery, with chicken breast or salmon. I also get cottage cheese with flaxseed oil (mixed into a quark because I got diarrhea if it's just plain), fish oil, and some vitamins.

Right now, I have all my energy back and people still tell me what a pretty puppy I am! Here I am showing my mommy where my grain free treats are located - it's on top of this magic counter!

Peg Leg No More

My peg leg was taken off and I got to see my stitches. There's 3 little stitches and they don't hurt me too much. I was told not to lick it so I will try not to. I'm no longer a peg leg pirate no mo. At first, I was skidding around because it felt different without my peg leg, but I remembered how to walk on my own four feet so I'm almost back to normal.

 
UPDATE: I was very bad and I took out 2 of the 3 stitches by myself. It itched so while my mommy was downstairs, I hid and ate 2 stitches. It was very yummy. Luckily, today was Day 7, so it was mostly healed so my vet said that it was ok.
At the office, she took out the last stitch using some sort of a cutting implement, but my teeth was faster and more effective.I could have done it myself at home!

New Year's Eve is Scary

On New Year's Eve, somebody in the neighborhood did some fireworks and it was very loud and scared me. I don't know why, but I was having what my mommy called "an anxiety attack." I shivered and panted from midnight unil 4 am and I could not stop. My mommy put me in her bed and I got to sleep next to her, but I was still shivering and scared. The next morning, I woke up and I felt much better. I don't like fireworks anymore.