Hi all – this morning I posted a plan for today on mom’s blog. You can read it right here!
Have a wonderful weekend! XOXO Bumble
Tag Archives: Rescue Dog
A Decorated Rescue Dog. Stitches Galore.
Life is hard sometimes. As my readers know, my teeth are not in the best shape after I was given so much candy in my first house. So once every year, in June, I have to go to my doctor’s to get my teeth cleaned. This time it was harder than usual. Let me explain.
After the nice technician took me from mom and brought me to the operating room, I was soon asleep. I was dreaming…swimming with dolphins…chasing squirrels…pleasant dreams. For the longest time. Then I slowly woke up. My gums were hurting. But I didn’t feel any new holes where a tooth would be missing. I guess they were all good this time.
But there was something else. I felt miserable. I tried to sleep on my left side. It was hurting. Then I tried the right side. It was also hurting. The only way I could lay down was on my tummy. So that’s how I stayed until mom came to pick me up.
Sleeping on my tummy…
She took me into her lap in a soft towel. But it hurt! Everywhere. I heard mom saying to my doctor that I looked really funny with this stitches galore. Yeah right, that’s how I felt too. Funny and achy. And when we came to the car, I noticed some bare spots with black thread on both of my front paws as well.
At home mom explained that while I was sleeping and getting my teeth cleaned, the doctor had also removed many skin tags or masses. She said it was good for me to get them removed so they wouldn’t grow to something bad. Then mom gave me medicine that made the hurt go away. I could run and lay on my side again.
The doctor called today…and my tail is wagging again.
So today the doctor called mom and told her all of the masses were benign. I don’t know what that means, but mom smiled and hugged me tight, so that must mean something good. And she told me that we’d go back to my doctor’s to get the black threads removed tomorrow. I don’t mind them. They don’t hurt anymore. I see myself in the hall mirror every time we go out, and I think the black spots are quite decorative. But I guess it’ll be easier for mom to brush me when they are gone and my coat grows evenly again.
So I’ve recovered and life is good again. Mom says I’m a trooper, whatever that means. I hope troopers get extra treats. I think I’ll ask for some shortly. I wish you all a great summer. Love Bumble
Peachy Greetings!
Hi this is Bumble. I have to start my post by saying that I love our beach! Although I’m not allowed to walk right on the sand. Mom says that babies crawl in the sand and if I accidentally do my business there, it’s not good for the babies. Who could disagree with that? And I would absolutely refuse to wear diapers like they do. Very restrictive.
But we have other beaches nearby where babies are not allowed. They are just for us dogs. So we’re even. Observing the beach from the terrace is fun too. I’ve spotted many dolphins and a few manatees in my days here. No sharks as yet. I guess that’s just a matter of time.
But there are animals on the beach, don’t be fooled. Alligators, like the one here. I’ve seen them when we walk in the nature reserve that borders to the beach. But there is something more exciting in the reserve itself: birds. Lots of birds. They stay in the marsh, mostly.
And if they dare to come onto my walking path, I will test whether they can fly. I have a scientific mind like that. I can tell you that all of them do fly. These Ibis birds too!
We usually go to the park in the morning. But I love to walk mom in the evening too…she needs exercise throughout the day and it’s my responsibility to ensure she gets it. We rescue dogs take our responsibilities seriously.
And coming home it’s so nice to curl up in the sofa. On my black and white cat pillow. Or even better on the king bed. I can sleep sideways and take more than half of the space if I stretch my legs really long!
Nowadays my life is quite peachy, or is it beachy? Not much to worry about. That’s all for today, I need to go check if there are any new treats in my bowl. The little banana-chicken ones are to die for! Soft and chewy, highly recommended. But mom may have given me carrots. You can read all about that in my book. Oh and I should say, have a really nice and peachy weekend folks! ♥ Bumble
The Truth About Mom
Mom and I worked together on the book for a few months, but we also do many other things together. For example, yesterday she asked me to respond to a blog award she had received. This is what I wrote.
“Ok, here we go. I hope mom doesn’t read this, she promised not to…and since I can only count to five plus one, forgive me if the number of things is not exactly the right number according to all the rules:
•Mom is very old, I mean she must be. She has a grand-daughter. She is three and she loves me. We like sitting in the easy chair together.
•Mom calls me by so many different names that it’s easy to get confused (and get blamed for dementia), like “Pludi”, which apparently has something to do with Disney, “Liti” for small, and “Bumpy” which tells me she really can’t pronounce my name. Bumble – how difficult is that? She an immigrant, you know, so I forgive her.
•Mom likes to sit on the terrace and look out on the water. She usually reads and has a drink. I like to sit with her on the lounge chair and when she goes inside, I’ll try to taste her drink. Water with lemon? It’s anyone’s guess.
•Mom is addicted to her Kindle. She calls it “fire” but I don’t see any flames, just the hot pink leather covers. So maybe she means that there is fire inside? But where’s the smoke?
•Mom always says she’ll go to the gym, but most days she just plans to go. Planning is good, better than nothing, right? At least she goes on long walks with me when I plan them.
•Mom’s clothes are at least one size too small. Why do I say that? It is obvious. The treats that she can get into her pockets are far too few and far too small. If she wore right sized jeans, for example, the pockets would be much bigger, right?”
I don’t know if this was sufficient, but that’s all I had time to write. And there’s much more in my book. Delicate details, not this flattering. Be good everybody!
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