A Run at the Playground

Who's walking who?

 My poor babies hadn't been for a walkie in a whole week so I took them to the school playground for a nice running around.  Well my sweet Scruffster got a hold of Mr. Fox's leash and ran behind him trying to pull him and shaking the leash in her mouth like she was killing a mouse.  It was cute.  The pics are blurry but you get the idea.

 Scuffy looks like a little white blur in the picture - she was having such fun - at Mr. Fox's expense!

That's Foxy getting pulled by little Scruffy

I think all that farting at the dogter's was a sign Mr. Fox had a belly ache because he was chowing down on the grass.

Yum....

Furiends

I sure do love my furiends.  I don't have hundreds of them or loads of comments but I tell you, I love my furiends who come and visit and leave me comments.  It brings me smiles everyday to visit blogville and see what you all are up to.  I mean life is stressful, you know.  Work all day with noisy kids who need 'consequences' to be quiet and listen, come home and tell Tyger to eat, do homework, clean up, get ready for bed, etc... or there will be 'consequences' and then cook dinner and do laundry, blah, blah, blah.  I mean there hasn't even been enough time for walkies around here.

What a respite to travel around the country and world and see my buddies and hear from them too!  As Sweet William says, 'Thank you for being a friend.'

Dogter Round Two

This time I took both dogs. 

'Hmmm, I wonder where we're going?'

'Why is the boy in my way and what is with the tiger hat?'

Once we got the vet dogter, Scruffy immediately began to tremble.  Poor baby.  I held her but she still wasn't happy. 

Mr. Fox weighs 17.3 lbs - I feel proud at fattening him up.  He was 13.5 when we got him almost two years ago.  Scruffy is 12.5.  The dogter didn't say anything about anyone being too fat so I'm not worried.

Mr. Fox decided to gas everyone out of the waiting room.  One poor lady with her guinea pig began to sniff its butt thinking her little guinea pig was the offender.  I had to tell everyone it was Fox and apologize.  So embarrassing.

'Get me the hell heck out of here!!!'

Scruffy:  Mommy, help me.  Mr. Fox:  I think I'll just keep farting

Look who was in the exam room with us - Kyla!  No, maybe Sweet William?  No, maybe Susie or Bites?  No, maybe it's Daisy or Bella?  I know it's not Stuart because there's no spiffy white.  Oh well, whoever it was, it made our visit.

We waited in the exam room and Mr. Fox proceeded to fart about 5 more times.  Nice.  Tyger and I nearly died in there.  I think I saw a plant die.  When the dogter came in she said Mr. Fox knew how to clear a room.  Ain't that the truth!  He wasn't too thrilled to be up on the exam table so even though I was loosely holding him and had his leash, he decided to just leap off and onto the floor while the dogter was trying to listen to his heart.  Cute dope that he is!  Then he hid in the corner but I didn't get a picture.  When it came time for them both to go in the back and get their shots and Mr. Fox to get his nails trimmed,  he went happily but Scruffy, smart terrier that she is, refused to walk that way unless I went that way.  Poor girl, I had to pick her up and hand her to the nurse. 

One thing that made me happy was the dogter said that Mr. Fox's eye - the missing one - looked great.  I always worry it's going to open or something.  She said she left a little extra skin so he wouldn't have too much nerve damage and could still make cute expressions.  

Tyger and I waited in the freshly sprayed with air freshener waiting room.  When the dogs came back we paid the excessive bill for three shots for Fox, one booster for Scruffy, two heartworm tests, one box of Trifexis, one nail trimming and various 'we looked at your dog' fees.  I will have to remind Tyger of this when he's 18 and we have no money for college!  I kid...