Healthy Puppy!

I got some great news lately... my liver levels are NORMAL! Now, I know you don't probably know a lot about dog livers, and I haven't talked a lot about my issues, but trust me when I say, when your liver goes bad, your parents have to do a lot of icky pooper scooping. Plus, they get really worried. Well, I have been taking this awesome supplement Denosyl that the vet gave me (and my mom smartly found for super cheap on Amazon... well, okay, not super cheap but like half the price of the vet). After a few months of this, my liver levels went down, but I was still sick. As of last week, I am as healthy as I was years ago! Dad blames cheap dogfood ingredients (even though I have a stupid expensive prescription dog food) for poisoning me slowly over time. Mom blames that short little human who keeps throwing his food on the floor for me. Either way, I don't care... I am HEALTHY! And I totally have my doggy spirit back. I like to play and I even tolerate the little one who chases me all over the house.

People were asking my mom about my blogging today, and so she of course had to give me guilt about it, and now here I am blogging. Just so you know, Jewish mother guilt works on dogs too. Things are good with me. I continue to love rolling in grass, chasing tennis balls, and eating things that others think are disgusting... NO TASTE I tell you! I have also now gotten used to the little man in my house. Well, I think he's a little man, but his voice is kind of high pitched, and he giggles a lot. Also, most men seem to walk upright... him not so much. I mean, occasionally he kind of tries, but mostly, he seems to go around on all fours just like me. But I digress... what was my point? Oooh something shiny! Okay, back now... anyway, yeah, the little man. See, here's the thing. He has figured out how to feed me. Its awesome at dinner time. Its like one for me, one for him, one for me, one for him. Sometimes mom or dad notices, and that means no more goodies, but most of the time, I get away with it. Time to get walked now before the little one comes home. Dad is so awesome with my afternoon walks, and its not so hot anymore, phew.