Back to Normal...Finally!

It has been a rough couple of weeks for black dog and I. Our worlds have been turned upside down, but they are FINALLY getting back to normal.

First, the woman was gone for almost a whole week. She had to go to someplace called Syracuse for work. First, she had to leave Monday, a day early, because of the weather, then the conference was cut short because of the big snowstorm we were getting. Then, she got stuck on I-81 in PA near Wilkes-Barre on Thursday for over 7 hours! Thankfully, they were able to get off the highway and get back to Wilkes-Barre to get a hotel room for the night and leave early to get home. But, they got stuck in traffic again, and she didn't get home until 9 at night on Friday!

Then, the man left for Florida for a week the day after the woman got back from Syracuse. While I didn't really miss the woman, I really missed the man. I sat around and cried all day on Sunday, Monday and Tuesday.

Tuesday night things really started to go downhill. The woman got home from work, and really wasn't feeling well. She was laying on the floor in the bathroom, and black dog kept trying to get in there to be next to her, but I knew something was wrong, and didn't want him to get near her. I sat in front of the bathroom door and attacked him everytime he tried to get in the bathroom. Finally, the scary man and woman that live next door came and picked her up to take her to the hospital. She didn't come home all night, and black dog and I were very scared. In the morning, the man's father came and picked us up and took us to the kennel.

The man's father said that the woman had to have emergency surgery Tuesday night, and that she wouldn't be home for a while. Since the man was out of town, we had to go to the kennel so people could take care of us. The man's father said that the woman had something called an "ectopic pregnancy" which had ruptured. She had to have over 2 liters of blood taken out of her abdomen. There was so much blood in there that it was pressing on her diaphragm and making it impossible for her to breathe. She had to get two blood transfusions in the process. The doctors told them that if she had not gone to the hospital, that she would have died from the internal bleeding. Thank god I was there to protect her from the black dog when she was sick at home.

Here is a picture of the woman taken a week after her surgery:

On Saturday, the man's father came back to the kennel and picked black dog and I up and took us home. The woman came home with her parents, and the man FINALLY came home that night as well. I thought things were going to be normal then, but I found out that the woman wasn't allowed to go back to work for a week. So, I wasn't allowed to pick on Ruger last week like I normally do when the man and woman are not home.

The woman finally went back to work yesterday, and things are right in the world again! Thank goodness!

Happy right now,

Princess Casey

She Smells Like Another Dog!

The woman was gone all day long on Saturday. When she came home, Ruger and I discovered that she had betrayed us...she smelled like another dog!!! She claimed that she was taking a puppy from MaPaw to its new home. She even had pictures of the puppy:

Moose aka Apollo

I hope she is telling us the truth, and wasn't out looking for a new dog to add to the pack. Aren't we enough for her? But, if she was telling the truth, then CONGRATULATIONS to Moose, now Apollo, on his new forever home! The woman said it was a great home, and that he would be very happy there.

Princess Casey

Can Someone Please Help Me?!?!

The man and the woman were so mean to me yesterday. My favorite squeaky toy (the fish with the big purple lips) got stuck under the coffee table, and I couldn't get it. I cried and pawed, and and even clawed at them, and they wouldn't help me get it. Instead, the woman got up and got her stupid camera to take pictures of me in my misery, all while laughing at me.

Here I am trying to get the squeaky....


I even have tried to stick my whole head under the table in this one...


Stupid-head even tried to get it, although he knows he is NOT allowed to touch my squeaky toys. I growled at him, and the man yelled at me and told me he was just trying to help me out. I still don't believe him...
Finally, after what must have been several hours, I just gave up and gave the man and woman my most pathetic face. Only after that would they get it for me.

I think I need a new home where I won't have to suffer like this :(

Once again, not happy,

Casey

Stop Taking Pictures of my Butt!

The man and the woman had a big party this weekend (something called a housewarming party). I was very good, but it was tiring! I wasn't allowed to bark at all the men all day, and I had to let lots of little kids pet and kiss me. It was sooo hard being good for a whole day, that all I wanted to do on Sunday was sleep. However, I had a hard time doing that because the woman and the man kept making fun of me. Apparently, the way that I was sleeping on the chair and ottoman was "odd." I prefer to just say it was comfy. It doesn't look that bad, does it?

Then, the woman started taking close-up pictures of my butt! She said it was really funny how it was hanging in the large whole between the chair and the ottoman. I don't care if it is funny or not. DO NOT BE TAKING PICTURES OF MY BUTT! The indignity of it. Can you seriously believe the nerve of her?

Not very happy,

Casey

Let Me Be!

I got really mad at the woman last night. I was all tucked into bed, peacefully sleeping, when she had to come in and take a picture of me. The nerve of her! How would you like it if you were sound asleep, and someone came in, woke you up, and took a picture of you? I didn't even get a chance to get myself pretty for the camera....I should have stood up and bit her! Unfortunately, I didn't think about doing that until this morning. I have to keep that in mind for the next time she does this.

BTW...prayers have been working their magic for Petra. She is feeling much better. She is now eating, drinking, has more energy, and no more throwing up! Brandi is still sick, she is in the beginning stages of renal failure. But Kathy and Pat are spoiling her to death. She will hopefully have many more years left yet.

Love,

Casey

More Prayers Needed!

Kathy from MaPaw emailed yesterday and said that Brandi, the sixteen year old sibe MaPaw rescued, was not feeling too well.

Brandi, for those that don't know, was rescued earlier this year from a horrific situation. She had been tied up outside for years, with no attention, little food, and little water. She deserves much love, and many prayers. She is finally getting the love that she deserves. She needs to be around longer to bask in it.

Here is a picture of Brandi. This is the email that Kathy sent out:

Please send some strong sibe vibes for 16 year old Brandi.
Her appetite has decreased significantly and Pat and I are pretty much hand feeding her right now. She wouldn't eat at all last night so Pat took her to Burger King, her favorite, and coaxed some burger into her tummy. She is still her sweet, loving self but sleeps more now. Pat are stopping for a lot of cuddle time with her and Brandi kisses. Still she follows me from office to office at work, never letting me out of her sight. We are hoping it is just something she will shake off, but Dr. Kennedy will be seeing her Thursday and we will have another geriatric blood work up and checkher creatin and BUN. I'll keep everyone updated and know
this very special girl has touched us all.

Please keep Brandi in your thoughts and prayers!!!

Casey

Prayers for Petra

My cousin Petra is really sick. She had a tooth taken out last week, and has been sick ever since. She won't eat or drink, and has been throwing up constantly. The woman went with her mom last night to help take Petra to the vet. The had to

give her a needle to get her some water, and put her on some special medicine to help her keep food down. They also need to take her to get something called an ultrasound because her liver enzymes are really high. The woman is really upset about all this. Apparently, she lived with Petra for a long time before she came to live here. Petra even lived with us for a while. I really liked playing with her when she was here, but then she had to go back and live with her family in their new house.

Anyways, say lots of prayers for Petra that she gets better!

Princess Casey

Happy New Year

HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Well, a new year is here, and along with it comes new resolutions. Stupid head Ruger and I have come up with some of our own resolutions to make this year a good one.

Me: I don't have too many resolutions, since I am basically the perfect dog. But, there are a few to work on. I want to blog more than I have been. The man and woman have been busy with the new house, so they don't have the computer on all that often. I need to learn how to turn it on myself. I also resolve to bother the woman to take me on more runs this year. We used to go all the time, and last year we barely went at all :( And, to appease the woman and the man, I promise to stop pecking Stupid Head in the penis all the time.

Ruger: I promise not to go to the bathroom at all in the new house. I also resolve to try and listen more to mommy and daddy, and to leave the cats alone when they are outside of the house. I also want to play around with more kids (hint hint), and go for more walks. Oh, and I promise to be better about humping people that come over to visit, and about biting at their feet. Is that good enough?!?!?

All About Me

I am Casey, or as I preferred to be called, Princess. I finally hijacked the computer from the woman, and this is my blog. I am a 7 year old Rhodesian Ridgeback/Pitbull mix, and I am perfect. I was adopted from this nasty place called a shelter when I was young, and had a great life with the man until the woman came along. She started living with us, and taking up a lot of the man's time. Now her and the man are something that they call married. And, to top it off, the woman brought another dog with her. Ruger is what they call him. I call him stupid. He is a husky, but all he really is is a big ball of fur with no brain. He likes to stare at the ceiling all day long. I like to hump him to show him who is boss. This is me and the stupid husky with the man:

I know, you can say it, I am gorgeous. Ok, time for me to go to sleep now. I will finish later.

Casey