Buffy’s Diary

This is Melissa writing.  Buffy is curled on the floor in a ball.  In shock.

You see this morning my little pup left puppyhood and has become a “woman” in the dog sense of the word.  Yes she has entered her first heat.  I will spare you the gory details, but suffice it to say, Buffy now wears a diaper while she is inside — something she does not welcome.  She sits as soon as the diaper is put on and seems to be in capable of taking more than 4 or 5 steps with each foot without sitting down and giving anyone near by the most pathetic look.  I think she is trying to tell me that she completely resents the fact that there is something “wrong” with her hind end and she completely resents the fact that I have put a diaper on her back end.

I’m sure once she is back on her feet Buffy will have plenty to tell you all.  Oh and did I mention that this started while she is away with me on a retreat with my youth group?  Fun times!  Sadly no more beach and swimming for Buffy!  (Those pesky male dogs will come nosing around to pay their respects once they smell her.)

I didn’t realize that mom and dad actually watch this kind of thing, but it appears they do. And apparently they have officially decided that I will eat anything?  I don’t really see why this is a big idea — besides what better way to engage the world around me and learn what its made up of than to taste it?  Forget stopping to smell the roses, I like to taste them!

See here’s what made mom and dad decide “Buffy will eat anything.”  Last weekend I went to visit the vet.  As it turns out I had a bit of a bladder infection.  Thankfully, Mom and Dad caught it (well dad really, he’s the one that noticed first, Mom was a little slow) early and took me to the doctor right away.  So it didn’t cause me too much pain.

Anyways, I digress.  The vet gave me two medications, one that would help with the pain and the other that would work on fighting the infection.  The vet said that I might not like the taste so gave mom and dad some ideas as to how to get me to take the food.  Sop up the pain meds (they were juice) with some bread.  Wrap the pill in some cheese or put it in peanut butter…. and so on.  Humans are pretty smart, so you probably can think of other ideas too.

But see here’s the thing.  I don’t really understand why they thought i wouldn’t eat the pills.  I have never met something that I haven’t tried to eat — repeatedly, especially in the case of mom’s fuzzy blue slippers.  The first day mom tried to shove the pills down my throat so i couldn’t cough it up.  Or something like that.  Well I only let her get one down my throat.  That was not a pleasant experience.  The next one she dropped and I ate it off the floor before she had a chance to pick it up again.  There was NO way I was going to let her stick her fingers in my mouth again like that.  Since then she just holds the pills in her paw and I lick them right off and crunch them in my mouth!  No trouble.

I am a lab.  Labs are food oriented.  I am a very good lab.  ‘Nuff said.