Not in My Job Description

We are loving the new house - lots of sunny windows for the kitties, kids in the neighborhood for my sissy. Sounds perfect, right?

Not quite, there's a problem ...

STAIRS, STAIRS, AND MORE STAIRS!

My job description clearly states "No Stairs" and yet here we are in a house with two flights of stairs! But don't worry, my friends, I have mastered the stand at the bottom of the stairs and bark/whine until my assistant drops everything and carries my Yorkie butt up the stairs. 

I carry my own butt up the stairs, thank you very much.

Cats rule

Dogs need a step stool 

Guard Cat, Pizza Dog

Don't be fooled by my size and hippy-haircut - I am a guard dog at heart!

But sometimes even tough guys need a little help

Let me know when I should stand up and bark

It's time, Pip. Do your doggie thing and BARK!

Insert sound of barking

Bark translation: hey pizza man, how about an extra-large sausage and cheese

Post pizza grin ...

I Saw the Bridge, But Turned Back

I am fine now, but last week was rough. I was tired and coughing a LOT. By Friday morning, I couldn't breathe and my whole body was shaking. My assistant rushed me to my veterinarian. Everyone was crying and there was lots of talk about "the end". Being that it was Friday, I assumed they were talking about the end of the work week ...though usually this makes my assistant jump for joy, not cry. 

My vet took a chest x-ray, which revealed more fluid in my lungs. She recommended I be transferred to the Chicago Veterinary Emergency and Specialty Center (my cardiologist's office) for oxygen and monitoring. As she carried me out from the back of her office, she whispered "Godspeed, Pip". Now,  I don't know what "Godspeed" means exactly, but I am pretty sure it doesn't mean "I'll meet you after work for a burger".

I spent the day at the Chicago Veterinary Emergency and Specialty Center or the house of miracles as my assistant now calls them. Long story short, I am home and I am fine (for now). It was a very close call. I was standing at the foot of the bridge, but decided to turn back ...cause I have a few more things to do before I go ...

more couch time

more quality time with my feline sisters

and most importantly, more time to rub my nose (and stink) all over the new throw pillows. Life is good, my friends!

Oops ...We Moved Again

To the people (and dogs) of Boston, we are with you and we love you.

And you are? 

Unless you are holding a cheeseburger, get your hand out of my shot.

Sorry, we have been gone so long ...but we moved (again). Some of you may recall that about a year and a half ago we left Chicago and moved about an hour or so outside the city. Well, about a month after we moved my assistant (who isn't known for her long term planning skills) realized we had made a horrible mistake. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to get that you probably shouldn't move far away from your job, friends, family and whole life. Duh! 

So guess what - we moved back! Yes, you read that correctly - we sold a house and moved for the second time in less than two years. We have been living in a temporary apartment (with no internet) for the last month between the closing of our old house and new house. We are now safe and sound in the house and community we should have moved to in the first place. What can I say ...life with humans is never dull. 

Home sweet, home ...FINALLY

Paws Light

Look what Corbin sent me ...I named the little guy Scooby

Who knew you could send beer through the mail

Wait a minute ...what else in that box????

 A cheeseburger cookie made by Corbin's mom!!!

Crunch, crunch, crunch 

 What do you mean there's no more?  

Thanks Corbin! I LOVED my cheeseburger cookie, the lovely card, and of course, my new pillows toys. Most of all, I loved our bucket list adventure! Thanks for being a great friend!