Thank You, All!

Our good 'Dale friend Hercules sent us this pawsome award. Scruffy and I are blushing with the attention. Well, actually Scruffy is. I love attention! Thank you, Herc!! We love visiting your blog, too!!!


We'd like to pass this honor on to Harry and his soon to be new sibling Cassidy in the UK. Their blog reflects the love they have for Oscar, but is a new chapter in their lives. We doff our caps to you both and your parents!



Speaking of love, look at the goodies Asta sent me for my fixit surgery this past Friday. The candies are delicious...just right for a throat sore from the anesthesia. And the flowers are bringing the sun inside....it brightened my spirits just looking at them and your sweet smiling face, Sweet Girl! (Scruffy ate the beef...all of it...he's feeling much better now, too.)

I want to thank every dog, kitty, and hammie for their good wishes both before and after my surgery. It was very scary going to the hospital, but between all of your pawitive thoughts and having Mumsie to rock me in the wake up room (and Scruffy to bite when I got home), it helped so so much. You guys are just the best. Sir Dunstan had to write home to Jackson for money to replace his wheels. I guess I musta rung the call light once too often, cuz they sorta fell off. He's been living here with us for a while now...and I have taught him to walk, but he still likes his wheels. He's such a sweetie! Scruffy, except for some severe jealousy, was also very loving to me. I wish I could explain to him that I'm still too sore to get into a good game of bitey face and chase. Stairs are bad too...going down, not up. Go figure!

Look at what Scruffy's Sweet Koobie rented to get us to the PSU/Wisconsin game! (Koob JUST got her driver's license the day before....!!!) Can you believe it!!! Look at the interior...........

Scruffy and Dunstan actually threw blankets over their heads so no one would see them getting in and out. Something about male pride. I didn't feel one bump or curve, the ride was so smooth. Koobie had dozens of pillows to lounge on. Scruffy was the navigator. We did sorta miss the first half of the game. He missed the turn to State College and we ended up at Atlantic City, New Jersey.



We only stopped into 5 teensy tiny casinos to gamble a bit. You should see Dunstan pull the lever on those slot machines. He does a back flip, hooks his wheels and drops down....and the money would follow. He is one lucky dog!



I wanted to post this pic of me standing beside a 55 lb. Dale. Look at the expression on his face. And I didn't even flirt with him! Just imagine Stanley at 80lbs. standing by his soon to be 6 lb. Lakie sassy sissy pup. It's gonna be amazing!

Um...there's a question going 'round the blogs of what's the worst thing you ever ate. This would be it. Last weekend, for the second time I bit open and scarfed down some grass seed out of a 50lb. bag. Daddy (who was supposed to be watching me) made some smart butted remark that I could seed and fertilize the next morning when everything all came out in the end. On that note, I bid you adieu, till later! Lacie