Vacation...HA!!

Well, we went on stupid vacation! Momma and Daddy went, but we went to stay at the vet. Yeah we got the "luxury suite" and got to play outside every day, but at night it wasn't cutting it. Where is my sofa? Where is my dog bed? I know I have more toys than these 4 puny things Momma brought along.

Right after we checked in, a couple other bassets checked in. Brilliant kennel workers put them across from us and we proceeded to howl at each other. Well, not me since I don't howl. But my baby bro sure had a lot to say...as always! This little lady just wanted her beauty sleep. So much for that.

The good side is that Momma and Daddy picked us up a day early. So that means I got to sleep on the sofa Wednesday night. For that, I am grateful. I've been really quiet since we got home. It's good to make Momma nervous sometimes. If she thinks this is affecting my Addison's, then she won't leave again, right? Winston is doing his part by not eating without a lot of hesitation. My baby bro will eat anything that's not tied down. Oh, lets be honest...he'll eat anything tied down too! But Momma gives him his food and he just looks at it and walks away. Eventually he eats it, but not without being dramatic first. Good job, little dude! You got her worried too! We are smart though. We play and cuddle juuuuust enough so that Momma won't call the vet, but we are acting funny just to keep her on her guard. Brilliant, I'd say. That's the plan we hatched in the SIX DAYS WE WERE AT THE STUPID VET KENNEL!!! Serves Momma and Daddy right!

In other news, we've chewed up our dog bed and are getting a new one this weekend. It seems like we deserve at least that much, considering we were held captive FOR SIX DAYS!!

And did I mention that we got baths while we were on stupid vacation. Yeah, adding insult to injury...

Happy Valentime's Day!

It's Valentime's Day, hound dog friends and I wanted to wish you all a happy one. This year, I think I have 2 Valentime's...my sweet Bowsah, of course, and my Momma! As mad as I have been with Momma, she does love me. She says she doesn't like taking me to the vet and she doesn't want to go on vacation without me, but sometimes a Momma's gotta do what a Momma's gotta do. I guess that includes nail clippings because Momma said she is going to take me to get one of those this week too. Winston needs his cut off too, Momma...don't forget to torture...err, take care of him too. I'm rethinking this Momma is my Valentime thing now. I'll just let Winston be my Valentime instead.

In other exciting news, we got new furniture in the living room a few days ago. Our furniture was old and breaking down, so Momma and Daddy decided to go shop for new stuff. Now they've tried this before and couldn't agree on anything (Momma wanted to know when Daddy suddenly got an opinion on stuff like wall color and furniture). Finally, they found something they both liked and was basset friendly (easy to clean and big enough for us to cuddle with them on it). Well, last Friday after Momma got home from work, she spent the afternoon tearing apart the living room and cleaning it. Winston and I chased and chased and chased the vacuum and mop. Boy were we tired that night. We won, by the way. The vacuum and mop went back into their hiding spots. VICTORY!! The next day, Momma and Daddy took all the furniture out of the living room and rolled up the rug. It was weird! Winston grabbed a toy and ran laps all over the room. I just hung out with Momma and was very confused. When the furniture guys got here, Momma, Winston, and I sat in the car (it was snowing and we couldn't play in the yard) while they brought the new furniture in. Momma wanted us out of the way and she didn't want me getting stressed out because of all the commotion. I was a little concerned with all this... until my seat warmer kicked in. Then I just settled in and enjoyed the wait. Winston was very concerned by the guys carrying all that big stuff.

So now we have a big new chair with a big new ottoman. And man, you should see the couch. There's plenty of room for Winston and I...and Momma! The only problem is that it's too high for me to jump up on. Momma bought me steps on Saturday afternoon, but I'm not too sure about them. I just lay on my dog bed or let Momma help me up. I'll have to figure this out somehow.

Bye Bye, Prednisone!

Well, not completely. I met my new doctor today...her name is Dr. Jen. I like her. Even though I got chubbier, she didn't make me feel bad about it...not like stupid Santa did. But she said that it could be my Prednisone that keeps doing it, because I don't get table scraps, I am now on diet dog food, and I only eat healthy treats. Baby carrots now, because Momma has fallen waaaay behind in making our dried treats. Get on the ball, Momma, COME ON!!!

Anyway, Dr. Jen said that after I am home from my stupid vacation, I can cut back to a half a pill each day and we will see if we can go further than that. I like Dr. Jen, even though she gave me a shot and puffed medicine up my nose. Blech!

Wanted: A New Momma

Our dear Basset friends,

Effective immediately, we are searching for a new Momma because we are very, very, very mad at the one we have. As if the vet visits, ear cleanings, and nail clippings aren't bad enough, now Momma said we are going to have to be boarded for 6 days...soon. She explained that we are going to stay at the emergency vet we use (our vet doesn't board) and it'll be like a vacation for us. She's going on vacation with Daddy, but I think they are getting the better end of the deal. I mean, who wants to live at the stupid vet for a week?? I'd like to see them stay there! Momma says it's because I have Addison's and if I get sick, there will be really good doctors there to take care of me.

And if THAT'S not bad enough, we have to go to the vet this weekend to get shots so we don't get sick at the boarding place/prison. AND Dr. W doesn't work at the vet anymore, so we have to meet a NEW doctor. They better not cut off our nails while we are getting shots. Not again.

So this is why we are looking for a new Momma. Our Momma is mean. If you know anyone that wants 2 cute bassets, let us know.

Thanks,
Molly and Winston

Winston's Defense

Hi Basset friends,

It's me, Winston McFreckles. My big sister is sleeping and doesn't know I took over her blog. She'll be MAD when she finds out. She says I steal everything from her - treats, toys, Momma, and now this? Guess I should write something nice here.

Do you know what it's like to be Molly's baby brother? It's good and bad. It's good because she is an awesome big sister. Except for the time that she was sick last summer, she ALWAYS plays with me. She usually lets me have any toy I want (she says I am stealing, but I think she LETS me have them) and will wait behind me for treats. Only once did she take a treat I dropped. She's very nice and has good manners. She never barks at people or other dogs. She listens to Momma and she knows to go potty outside. And she doesn't chase kitties...anymore.

All that good stuff is also bad stuff! Molly is so nice and sweet - this is a lot to live up to. I bark A LOT! I don't always listen to Momma (ok, maybe one out of five commands get through my thick skull) and I think it's easier to pee in the dining room than in the yard. And yes, I chase kitties - often getting my nose swatted in the process. It's hard for me to be as good as Molly and I think that the expectation only sets me up to fail. Then I am called naughty, mischievous, a brat...it's so unfair!! I'm a sweet boy. I'll cuddle with you and kiss you on the nose. I have cute brown eyes and big bumbly feet. I have floppy jowls that are usually wet. My ears are long...and they're usually wet too.

I'll work on being a good boy, but remember that I am still a baby with a ton of energy. It's tough work trying to be like Molly. She's the best sister in the world and I am very lucky to have her :)

Merry Christmas?

I was looking forward to Christmas so much, and I guess it was ok. We were thinking a lot about the hounds we know on the forum that went to the bridge this past year. Lots of sadness for their families. But we also thought a lot about the friends that are still here and we were hoping they got lots of gifts from Santa Paws, even if they were less-than-well-behaved.

Santa made it to our house. We were all sound asleep by midnight on Christmas Eve. We woke up a little late on Christmas morning, but hey, it was Momma's and Daddy's day off and we thought they deserved to sleep in. Momma got up and made cinnamon rolls, but we didn't get any. BOOO Momma! We didn't even get to open our presents until the afternoon. Momma, Daddy, Winston, and I all got lots of gifts, but I think the commotion was too much. There was wrapping paper all over the living room, lots of noise and chaos. I got scared and hid behind the chair. Momma stopped all the commotion when she realized I was upset. She cleaned up all the paper and petted me. She told me I could come out and that everything was going to be ok. I wasn't so sure about that. I thought I might just stay behind the chair for a bit.

Finally, I came out and Momma said she was sorry that it got so crazy. She didn't think it would bother me too much, but she was wrong. I spent some time playing with my new toys. Winston and I each got a stuffed toy, a beefy bone, little peanut butter treats, a nylabone, and a squirrel-shaped cookie (Winston got his squirrel!) - all in all, a good bunch of gifts. Momma said that we can't have all our treats at once. That just makes Christmas last longer.

So I spent some time with that beefy bone, then had dinner and napped for the evening. Momma felt better when I ate dinner - she knew my Addison's was not flaring up. She was scared for a bit. She said that it was a good reminder that I am still an Addison's dog even though I am doing ok on my medicine. I guess we are all still new to this and learning what scares me, and how we need to cope with it.

I guess it was a Merry Christmas after all!

PS - No good pictures, as we failed to cooperate. Imagine!

Waiting for Santa Paws

Winston's being kind of naughty today, and I reminded him that Santa would be here tonight and he'd better behave. Then he chased the kitty. I've resorted to showing him this:

Santa Tracker

Hope it works in keeping my baby bro out of trouble.

Homemade Treats - Part 2

Momma has been working hard at her job lately. She had a bunch of classes to teach this semester and when one of the other professors left, she had to take over one of his classes too. Momma has been working so hard that she hasn't had as much time for us as we'd like. But now it's break time and Momma has a month off of work. Yay Momma!!!!

Now she is going to get serious with this treat-making thing. She has this nifty new dehydrator and she loves it, and so do we! She made dried apples the other day and I think it's our favorite treat so far. We've had bananas, sweet potatoes, and apples so far. She's going to start making cookies for us too. I think Momma is also going to get some hot dogs for us at the farmer's market and dry that as well.

So my dear basset friends, I want to share with you. The other day, I got a package in the mail from my dear sweet Bowsah and it was cookies! I was so excited to get this package and open it up - now I want to share that excitement with you all. So guys, let me know if you want any dried treats. You can email my Momma at mgeorge25@gmail.com and let us know what you want and where to send it.

Winston's Christmas List

My baby bro is about to learn about Christmas. He did a little over the weekend when we met creepy Santa at Petsmart. This guy was rude - he said (in not so many words) that I was fat. Excuse me skinny, grody Santa, but I have Addison's Disease and my medicine makes me chubby looking. I am watching my figure, but some things can't be helped. I'm never speaking to Santa again. Keep your stupid toys!

But Winston made a list anyway. I think we need to boycott Santa and just ask Momma to give us our presents. Here's what Winston wants for Christmas:

• To play with Nala the orange kitty
• Cat food
• Cheese
• A new Nylabone
• Lunch (we only get breakfast and dinner now!)
• The squirrels that live in the neighbor's tree
• His own sofa
• More stuffed toys
• Potato chips
  

His list is pretty simple. He says he has the best thing in the world already: a big sister who loves to play with him. I do love the little guy and missed him when he had to go to the doctor yesterday. My baby bro is the best guy in the whole world :)

I didn't do it, Momma!

Winston got hurt, but I swear it's not my fault!

He hurt his right hip and was very grumpy on Sunday night. He was limping earlier that day and by bedtime, he was hurting pretty bad. All I was doing was laying on the sofa, ready to call it a night, and he ran up and started showing his teeth and barking angrily in my face. I showed my teeth back, but that only made him madder. Momma stepped in and he did it to her too! She has a way of telling us, in no uncertain terms, that you DO NOT act like that to Momma. She looks us straight in the eye and gets her "stern Momma" voice. Then she waits for us to calm down and we get hugs. I learned a long time ago that Momma doesn't take that kind of attitude. Winston is learning.

But Momma knew Winston wasn't being mean. He was up all night because he couldn't get comfortable. He kept crying in pain. Finally, he climbed on the sofa with me and went to sleep. Momma took him to see Dr. W in the morning and she said that Winston only pulled a muscle and should heal in about a week. He is on medicine for pain and he's feeling better. As long as his limp goes away, he doesn't need to go back to the vet. The bad part is, he isn't allowed to run around and play. Booooo! I try to get him to play - I bark and stomp my feet (that's Molly-speak for "GAME ON, LITTLE BRO!"), but he is a good boy and won't wrestle and chase me. I can't wait for him to get better so we can play! I am so BORED!!!!

I Got My Feet Chopped!!!!!

Vet day was yesterday. Momma and I went to get my blood taken for my electrolytes...this is getting to be the same old story, isn't it? Anyway, I hope to find out tomorrow that all is in balance. I feel good, so I am not worried. I also got my heartworm/tick disease test and it was negative. Hooray! Wasn't worried there either, but we gotta make sure I am in good health. Gotta keep up with my baby bro. He's getting so big! He's almost as big as me! He'll be 1 in February. I hope we have cupcakes like we had on my birthday. Can't go camping though...it's too cold. We can owe you a camping trip, little bro!

So while we were at the vet, Momma remarked that my nails were long and the tech offered to trim them. Momma said she had planned to take us to Petsmart to get them done, but hadn't yet. So my bad Momma let them trim my nails while we were at the vet! Momma! How could you let them take my blood AND cut my feet off?! I dunno what I did to Momma to make her so mean to me! Hrmph!

Anyway, she says we still have to go to Petsmart to get Winston's feet cut off too (she swears it's just the nails, but I swear it's the whole foot!), but I can just go to say hi to my friends. I'm gonna laugh at Winston as he BAROOOOOOS the whole time they are taking away his feet. I am such a mean big sister.

So, we got some snow 2 weeks ago. I think I might love snow, because Momma got a 4-day weekend because of it. Her university didn't have power, so she didn't have to teach. YAY SNOW!! Winston got his first taste of snow...Daddy took him out in it while Momma was away that morning (driving on the slippery roads...be careful Momma!), but he didn't take any pictures. Momma took this one when she got home (safe and sound):


Then our power went out for a little while that night. Not for very long, so we were only a tiny bit cold. We were sleepy by that time anyway, so we didn't care. Winston crawled on the sofa next to Momma and slept through it:





So that's all we've been up to lately. I think Winston might be getting more teeth because he is chewing on EVERYTHING!! Momma is getting frustrated, but she says he'll get over it. I did the same thing at his age. Hope he is over it by the time Christmas is here...or he'll chew up the Christmas tree! Now, I have to go tell him all about the tree, and Santa, and presents...

SNOW!

Momma says we are getting snow today. Now, I remember last winter when I was still a baby we had snow. It was fun for a little while, but then it was just cold and wet and annoying. My belly used to get very cold when I would go outside to potty. I don't think I want the snow to come today...or ever!

Winston is only a baby (even though he's almost as big as me) and he doesn't know what snow is. He was born on February 7th, so if there was any snow, he was too tiny to be out in it. I've been telling Winston all about snow for a while now, but he doesn't quite understand. Today, he will learn all about it for real. Just you wait, Winston, you're going to have a cold belly too!

My crazy little brother will probably like this stupid snow!

PS: These pictures are from when I still loved snow. Now, BOOOOO SNOW!!

It's Me, Again!

I've been very lazy when it comes to blogging. Momma is at work a lot and she takes the laptop with her everyday. When she isn't at work, she's at home doing work. All she does is work! Poor Momma :(

So here I am, back to tell you some wonderful news: I went to the vet today (It's Addison's Day!) and they weighed me. I didn't gain ANY weight. I didn't lose any either...but I didn't gain any!

And Daddy taught us a new trick. Every morning, Momma leaves for work before Daddy and it's his job to take us out to go potty one last time before he leaves. This way, Momma can stay late and help students who like to come see her in her office as she is about to go home for the day. Well, if we potty for Daddy, she can work later. We try not to potty for Daddy...ever.

Anyway, so when we do go potty, Daddy gives us a little bit of Pupperoni. Winston has been working on taking cookies nicely, but I think he gets so excited that he can't help it. I used to be like that, but Momma taught me to be a nice girl. Winston takes things from Momma like a good boy, but he won't do that for Daddy. So Daddy started tossing the Pupperoni in the air and Winston learned to catch it. Daddy taught me the same trick! I'm better at it than Winston...so there, Little Brother!

Oh yeah, and Momma gave me my Percorten shot today. I am very confused by this. She TAKES me to the vet, but now she's acting like she IS the vet...with those sharp needles. BOO Vet Momma! Bring back my other Momma!

I wanna be like Bowsah!

So I have a really good friend named Bowser. I've never met him nose to nose, but I know him from the Basset Hound Forum. Some of you who read my blog know who he is. He's about the cutest thing since, well, me! He has this adorable way of "talking" (he calls me "Mowwy")and you can see what I mean by looking at his very own blog: Baby Bowsah's Bwog

Anyway, Bowsah's Momma has a Facebook page and she lets all Bowsah's friends go and look at pictures. She has pictures of fish and some other animals that I never saw in my little doggy life. She also has lots of pictures of Bowser. I like looking at his picture because he's so cute! So, all this got me thinking. My Momma has a Facebook page and she has lots of pictures of me...and Winston. So I talked Momma into it...she says I can post a link to her pictures of us. Here it is: My Momma's Facebook pictures

Let me know if it doesn't let you see them and I'll have Momma work on fixing it. You gotta see me...I am ADORABLE. So is Winston (he really is, I can't deny it!)

Love,
Mowwy

The Good News...and the Not-So-Good News

Good News: I went to the vet on Thursday and got my Addison's shot. I also got my yearly vaccinations (though some last a couple of years...hooray!). Dr. W said I was a grumpy girl when I came in for my ACTH Stim test a couple of weeks ago, so she came to the office armed with a muzzle, along with my shots. Silly Dr. W, she didn't need the muzzle. I grumbled during my exam (quit poking my belly, lady!!) but Momma told her it was no different from the sound I make when I don't want to come in the house. Momma knows I am not going to bite, but I guess Dr. W doesn't know me as well as Momma does. So, I was good...I didn't bite and I got a treat.

The other good news is that next month, I just need to go get weighed and then Momma will give me my Addison's shot from now on. No more vet, except for blood tests.

The yucky news is that I gained more weight, in spite of my best efforts to diet. Momma told Dr. W what I was eating and Dr. W says I am eating fine and shouldn't get less than I am already getting. I get only a tiny piece of Pupperoni when I go potty outside, but mostly my treats are baby carrots and ice cubes. Oh, and I get a little cheese with my Prednisone every morning. So, I am gaining more weight than I should, even on the Pred, and Dr. W says it might be my thyroid. BOO! If I gain again next month, we are doing a thyroid test when my blood is drawn for my electrolyte test in November. Momma says I have all the signs and Dr. W says since I have one endocrine problem, why not another? It's all perfectly logical.

In the meantime, I feel pretty good and am glad Momma will give me my shots now. I love the people at the vet, but I really don't like it there. I'd rather go to Petsmart! Oh wait...

Grrrr!

Dear Momma,

Why must I go to the vet AGAIN this week? I was just there 2 weeks ago...and 2 weeks before that! And now you're saying that I have to go back maybe twice next month and get my yearly shots AND my Addison's shot? You say I am getting my ornery streak back now that I am feeling better. Momma, I am not an ornery girl...I'm just sick of the vet!! And the poking!!

But thank you for taking good care of me. I do feel better than I have in almost 6 months (that's a lot of my life, you know!). I know you worry, but you seem to have calmed down. You gotta do what I do when things are kinda yucky: take a nap. A loooong, snoring nap with your head hanging off the side of the sofa! Just don't snore as loud as Winston...he makes it hard to hear the TV sometimes.

I still think the vet is yucky, no matter how many hot dog treats and belly rubs they give me!

Love,
Molly

Party Time!!!

Tuesday was yucky. I had to go to the vet early in the morning to have my ACTH Stim test. Momma dropped me off at 7:30 and had to go to work. She only works til around 11 and then comes home. She thought the vet would call to say, "Hey, Molly can come home now!" But they never did. There I sat in a cage all afternoon when finally Momma called and asked when I could leave. "Anytime." they said. Momma thought maybe my test was later in the day and that's why they didn't call. Booo vet! Leaving me in a cage...hmph!

So Momma came to get me and I went home. I wasn't too happy, it was a stressful day with a lot of poking and prodding and waiting. I came home and napped because finally I could relax and not worry about getting a needle stuck in me. I slept all evening and after dinner, played a little with Winston. He had a new chew stick to occupy him while he was alone, so I stole it from him. He was mad but sat there looking at me all pathetic-like. I think maybe I scare him a little. Ha!

The next day, I was feeling better and we waited to hear from Dr. W. She wasn't in that day, so we figured that she'd call on Thursday. Nope. Momma was annoyed. $300 for a test and a lot of stress for me, the least they can do is call soon. Finally today they called...while Momma was at work. Momma said she wasn't worried because if there was something wrong, they'd have called sooner so they could treat me. She was right. Dr. W. called and said I was doing great and my test results were excellent. I don't need a blood test until November and then we are going to look at adjusting everything. Yay me!!!!

I was so happy, I celebrated:


Molly: 1; Addison's: 0....HA!

Boo to Tuesday!

Tuesday I have to go to the vet again. Momma said I have to go early and stay while she's at work in the morning. I have to get my ACTH Stimulation test so that the doctor can make sure my Addison's is ok. I feel great, don't know why Momma is making me go. Today I chased Momma in the yard and barked at her. I went in the car to Petsmart and then for a walk in our neighborhood. I feel awesome, Momma! Guess she has her reasons.

Here's more about the test from the Addison's Dogs website:

To perform the ACTH stimulation test, an initial blood sample is drawn and the cortisol level is measured. The dog is injected with a form of pituitary hormone ACTH that tells the adrenals to produce cortisol. After an hour, blood is drawn again, and the cortisol level measured. Resting cortisol should range from 1-4 ug/dl in the average dog, and should be significantly higher, in the range of 6-20 ug/dl, post-stimulation. (These numbers may vary depending on the lab.) If resting cortisol is low and the dog has no or a low response to the stimulation, the diagnosis is Addison's disease. Be aware that some glucocorticoids, such as predinsone, can affect the results of the ACTH test, while dexamtheasone does not.

Let's just hope that my test goes well and my Addison's is under control. Can't say the same about my hunger...

It's been a GREAT year!

One year ago today, I came to live with Momma and Daddy. I still remember when they came to pick me up. I was hanging out with my sister...all the other sisters left. But there was one who didn't have a home to go to, so she was going to stay with our doggy Momma and Daddy for a while. She eventually found a home, don't worry. She was very cute too, so I'm sure it didn't take long.

So there I was playing with my sister and a car pulled up. "Hey, I remember you!" I thought. When I sniffed and bit the lady's toes, I remembered her for sure. It was my new Momma and Daddy!!! They looked so excited to see me and were surprised at how much I grew in 3 weeks.

Then it was time to get in the car and go to my new home. I was getting excited! Before we left, I had to have one last wrestling match with my sister. I was winning...our doggy Momma was so done with this behavior :)


Then we got into the car and left. I was ok for a little bit, but then I decided I didn't like the car much and cried. I cried until we hit the highway, then I dozed off.




It was a long ride. There was lots of napping and crying. Finally, we got home and Momma put me down in the yard so I could sniff it out and go potty. I did both, then went to meet the neighbor (these are the neighbors who had the baby bunnies living there). They were so nice and I love them to this day. I always go say hi and get a good scratch when I see them.

Momma took me in the house and there was all this stuff just for me, little Molly McFreckles: toys (LOTS of them), chew bones, a pink puppy Kong, and a big purple bed. But then I found the BEST toy...a kitty toy!!! Soon enough, I would meet one of the owners of that toy, Nala. Oh boy, Nala and I had quite the relationship, but it's better now. Nala and Winston....well, we'll see what happens there.

But the whole time I was awake and playing, something was missing: my doggy Momma and Daddy and my sisters. I looked all over for them. All over the house, all over the yard....they were nowhere to be found. I cried and cried and cried. Poor Momma, she was so upset to see me sad. No matter how hard she tried, I couldn't stop. But she's a good Momma and she slept on the sofa with me that night and made sure I was ok. In the middle of the night, I woke up next to her but she was still sleeping. No Momma, wake up! It's playtime! I started nudging her face with my nose and woke her up. She cuddled with me and we went back to sleep. She said something about it being the middle of the night or something...I dunno.



After a couple of days, I realized that it was all ok and that even though my doggy family wasn't here anymore, my people family was a pretty good substitute. Now a year later, I have my people family and a member of my doggy family (WINSTON!!!!) here with me. Life is pretty good!

...well, except for the nail clipping and vet visits. Booooo!

What a Week!

I am very sorry I haven't been here writing lately. Momma went back to work last week and Winston and I have been busy sleeping and, well, sleeping. Not much to do when Momma isn't home or is upstairs in her office. Even though it seems like we didn't have much going on, A LOT happened this past week.

First, on Tuesday our house shook. I had just finished my lunch and had come in from going potty. Winston and I were in the kitchen with Momma waiting to see if she would give us more food. All of a sudden the doors and windows shook. Momma looked concerned. Momma is pretty calm, but she knew something wasn't right. When it stopped she relaxed and Winston and I went to take our nap. Later, Momma said it was an earthquake. Now keep in mind, we live in Pennsylvania. Weird. Daddy said it shook a lot at his office near Philadelphia, but our house only moved a little bit.

On Saturday, it was THAT day. Every month I have to go visit Dr. H and get my shot for my Addison's. No blood test this time, HOORAY! But Dr. H said I am gaining too much weight and need to watch my figure. So Momma has adjusted my food and I am hungry. Now when I am hungry, all I have to do is go look under the fridge to see if we lost any food under there and magically Momma gives us a snack. We eat baby carrots and healthy things like that. I really miss my peanut butter though. In 2 weeks, I have to go back to the vet for my ACTH Stimulation test. I had one of these when I was sick in the hospital. Dr. W gave me the test and it's what told her I have Addison's. This time around, it's just to see how my Addison's is doing. Momma said it will take 3 hours...boo! I guess I'll just nap.

Saturday night, ohhhh boy. We had a heck of a storm. It lasted all night! Momma was very worried. She said we were having a hurricane named Irene and it was very dangerous. There were tornadoes all around us and lots of rain and wind. We got lots of water in the basement, but it's gone now. Even though Momma was worried and upset, Winston and I were calm and cool. We slept through the while thing. Look at Winston...tornadoes all around and this boy sleeps!


Last, but not least, I am a celebrity for real! I am the latest Famous Basset Hound at "Jowls of Fury!!" Check us out here: Jowls of Fury: Famous Basset Hound Friday

What a crazy week! We are all safe and sound (and almost dry). Hopefully, this week is quiet :)