Grandpa is my buddy. He hides treats for me in his shirt pocket and I sniff then out right away. Who does he think he's fooling? He's the best. He doesn't try to hide his favoritism either. He'll tell everyone "she's the best dog they got" Aww, Grandpa I sure do love you.
Since January Grandpa has been trying to get rid of the nasty "C" sickie that is after his ear. He had one surgery in January and the doctor didn't get it all. He had another surgery in May and the Dr. had no intention of getting it all so we aren't sure why he even did another surgery because after that he sent him to a specialist in the city. This new Dr. said he needed another surgery so last week he had another surgery on his ear to remove the "C" sickie. We were very worried about Grandpa because he's not a young pup anymore, but God has been listening to my prayers and he came through it all. He still can't eat very well because his jaw is very sore and it hurts to chew, but the good news is his jaw bone was ok and they didn't have to remove any of it and they were also able to save his eardrum and that's great! Mom hasn't been able to help me with the blog because she's been driving Dad back and forth to the city which is an all day event. She also helps him with groceries and things. Now that things are on the mend and Grandpa is getting better I think she'll be able to help me more.
Well, let me just say Mom hasn't been too busy to play some tricks on the Emma. I'm pretty sure she's trying to pull the wool over my eyes.
You see I've been a little stubborn lately. I've been refusing to eat my kibble. I've even spit it out at Mom and on the floor in protest of eating nasty dry kibble. After 14 years I'm done with the stuff. Bring on the pizza, donuts, saltines with peanut butter, chicken and hamburgers. I've been trying to tell them since November I don't like kibble anymore, but they keep telling me I have to eat it because it's supposed to be supplemented with vitamins and minerals that I need to be healthy and strong. They say I can't live on just boiled chicken. I say Why Not? Mom and Dad were both really stressed and worried, but they did eventually catch on that I will eat anything but that dry nasty stuff. I think it was the night I ate and ate pizza with them (don't worry no onions) I just got the crust. Then one night I had a piece of donut and wanted more. I may not have been as sly and clever as I thought because they caught on to my craftiness. Now they are trying to find ways to get me to eat that nasty dry stuff again.
I think I did get bamboozled because last night Mom came home with this new shiny gold bag of pretty yummy smelling morsels. I could smell right through the bag it kinda reminded me of our Honest Kitchen Bison treats and I think those are pretty tasty. We were all bouncing around wanting to see what was in that new bag. She opens it up and in her very happy high pitched playful voice she has me do my tricks to earn these new "treats" as she called them. I ate and ate about 3 handfuls of these "treat" morsels and now I'm starting to think maybe they weren't really treats after all.
Here's what she gave me under the guise of a "treat".
Friends please be true to me. Is this a real treat? She did stuff the bag in our treat cabinet not with our bags of kibble. Honestly, I think she's trying to trick me.
Emma
PeeS: Don't worry about me Mom and Dad have me scheduled for a Dr. visit and I get at least two blood work ups a year which are scheduled about every 6 months.
