I'm baaaack ... again!

Hey!  It's Alizé!  

Dad and I wrote most of this on Monday, but he's been so tired that we couldn't finish it up and get it posted. He may be a little sick, I don't know. But here ya go!

I went to "the spa" again Sunday. I had to go because of Tucker, who snapped at me and hurt my eye.

Is someone here to rescue me?

Okay!  Let's go!

Fortunately I didn't have to stay three weeks this time, only three or four hours. That gave dad time to go buy food and treats for us doggies! And to eat some supper, and then get his camera, and then come get me.

Of course I found the treats in the front seat!  Dried tripe!  Yum!  But he wouldn't let me take the bag into the back seat with me.

So I grabbed the bag of food, but it was too heavy for me to pull. But I thought maybe I could tear a hole in it! It was Sinjin's food. The poor guy has to eat regular old stuff while Tucker and I get special prescription food because dad likes us better.

That's what Tucker says, anyway. But this time Sinjin's food smelled like all kinds of birds like ducks and chickens and quail and turkeys!  Wow!  Dad says the bag has a picture of wolves chasing ducks.

I wanted some of that! But dad wouldn't let me tear a hole in the bag while we were in the car. But he opened the bag of chicken jerkey and gave me some of that.

You know what? It's kinda hard to eat crumbly stuff when you have some kind of weird thing around your head.

In fact, it's kinda hard to do most things with this weird thing around my head. So I make sure to follow dad real close and bang into his legs a lot!  tee hee!

Once I t-boned Sinjin and pinned him against the kitchen cabinets. He didn't know what to do to get out of it, so dad helped him.

Tucker's really annoyed with my head thingie. Well, so am I! It seems like everything in our house and yard has moved a little bit, and I keep running into things that I didn't used to.

And dad puts goop in my eye. I shut my eyes really tight, but that just makes him poke his finger in my eye. Which makes me close it really really tight! Then he pokes two fingers in my eye, it seems like.

So everybody be good so this doesn't happen to you!

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I'm baaaack!

Hey!  It's Alizé!  I get to blog this time!  ⚡Shazam! ⚡

Guess what mr_ed got on his birthday on Monday‽

ME coming home!

Are you here to rescue me?	Okay!  Let's go!
Could you let us out, please?	Open!  Open!  Open!

Tucker, it wasn't a vacation at a spa! It was bad! I had to stay in a crate all day with needles sticking in me! And I didn't feel so good lots of the time. I lost 7 pounds!

When mr_ed showed up, they gave him cans and bags of the food we have at home. That's okay. You can't have enough food! And some different medicine and needles from what we have at home.

Then they brought me out. Sure, I gave him some kisses. But I rolled on my back and showed him my tummy a bunch of times! He wanted more kisses, but I wanted to show him where they gave me a big owie. I think they took some stuff out of me. Maybe that was the 7 pounds.

Then mr_ed tied me to a bench ... and he left!

I screamed and screamed and made him come right back. Oh. He got a camera out of the car! I couldn't see the camera, of course, but I saw the flash of light. That's when he took that first picture up there.

Then instead of leaving he stood around and talked to one of my doctors because of the different medicine. The good thing was that they told him not to stick me so often to get drops of blood!

The bad thing was that we didn't leave! He stopped talking a bunch of times and took pictures of me trying to get out the door.

Let's go let's go let's go!  Finally we did. Then we stopped at my vet's place to let give them medical records and weigh me. Then we went home!

The first thing I did when I got in the house was to get a big drink of water and stick my paw in the bowl.

Home at last!

⨇lizé

Happy Diabetes Day!

Remember when Sinjin thought we had orange puppies? I don't know why he thought that.

But here's a field of orange puppies. By some guy named Claude Money. Or something like that. And some puppies that are more red. By somebody else.

"Puppies Blooming"

Save Toto!

Anyway. Happy Birthday Claude whoever!

So, things have been kinda slow without Alizé around to chew stuff up. The Human Assistant has been on the computer looking for more dogs! I have to claw him. Which he doesn't like too much. But it gets his attention.

Then I jump around and woooo. That makes him laugh and think I want a treat. (Why, sure! Thanks!) And he forgets about getting more dogs for a while.

I think he's also been happy to not be getting up every two hours to check Alizé's blood sugar. And all that other stuff.

But. Today was World Diabetes Day. Was everyone supposed to go out and get diabetes? Sounds kinda dumb to me. Which makes it sound like something humans would think up.

Also Happy Birthday to some guy who invented jackets.

Okay. That's it for now.

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Same ol' same ol'

Nothing new is actually happening. All us guys are having breathing problems. But it's the same old stuff.

I started snorking a few days ago. Breathing in real hard through my nose. To make it easier to breathe. But I guess the new monia I had when I got here made it so that doesn't work.

So the Human Assistant is giving me my usual medicine for it. And it's making me my usual hungrier. So I claw H.A. more while he's at the computer. But it's working! Sinjin and I are getting more treats!

I guess Sinjin's stuffed head is draining down his throat. He's doing throat clearing again. Every once in a while. He goes,  GAAAAAAAACK!  He sounds like a human when he starts out. It freaks out H.A. 'cause there aren't supposed to be any other humans in the house.

And the H.A.'s head fills up when he lies down. I don't understand how that works. But it makes it hard for him to breathe through his nose. It wakes him up sometimes.

But that's just the same old stuff. Like I said.

He called MaxFund today to find out about Alizé. They called her spa and called him back.

Everything's pretty much the same. Her blood is still too sweet. And they haven't spadeded her yet. Or whatever it is they're going to do to her. It's been more than a week and a half! What's wrong with that girl‽‽‽  Let's get with the program!

So the news is that there's no news. Boooooring!

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Alizé's on vacation

Nope - no food left

What's in the fridge?

Sigh....

Last week the Big Guy took Alizé for a ride ... and didn't bring her back!

Heyo!  Sinjin here with the news!

I thought Alizé got into so much trouble that B.G. got really mad and got rid of her. Tucker told about some of the problems she caused. But he forgot to mention that Alizé got into a tub of our joint-supplement chewies and ate about 50 of them.

At least, we think she did. B.G. thought the tubs were indestructible, but Alizé chewed off the lid. There was no sign of the chewies that were inside. He gave her stuff that made her barf a couple of times, but only her supper came out, which was kinda weird.

So he gave me the same stuff, three times! But I refused to barf. Nope, just didn't wanna do it. Besides, I didn't eat the stupid chewies!

Then a couple of days later Alizé chewed the covers off of a paperback book about jazz. Now, I know that B.G. was unhappy about that! But wait, there's more! The next day she found his postcard collection in the garage!

She made a lot of noise getting to them because the garage is full of junk and it's almost like everything is booby-trapped. So B.G. got up to see what she was doing, and he saw her with postcards in her mouth, and he took them from her. Next day, repeat.

So he loaded her into the Jeep and off they went!

But the Big Guy said that he just took her to a place where she'll get attention all 24 hours a day without him having to wake up every two hours. They'll make her diabetes better, so I guess she's on vacation! And then they'll spray her so she's not a girl anymore. That must be a pretty powerful spray!

Oh ... they'll spay her. Well I don't know what that means, but it doesn't sound like as fun a vacation as it could be.

We haven't heard how she's doing, but the dog lady at the MaxFund shelter says no news is good news. B.G. says that's a  He-​pissed-​'em-​all  Ojji-​cal  fallacy. I say, gimme a treat! ☺

Oh ... those pictures at the beginning. Alizé was snarfing her food and then coming over to snag what I spilled while I was eating. I told her to stop, I'd get to it when I was done with what was in my bowl, but she was ducking down and getting under me and just being really disruptive.

So she got a special bowl that slows her down. It works, too! Then the Big Guy bought one for Tucker, who is more than disruptive when he inhales his food and comes over to my bowl. He just pushes me aside. Poor widdle me!

But now everything's good. Everything about keeping Alizé and Tucker out of my bowl is good, anyway. And that's a good start!

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YAWN!

The Human Assistant has been getting up every two hours. The last two nights. It wakes everydoggy up 'cause we think something's going to happen! But nothing happens.

Except he sticks Alizé with a pin to see how sweet her blood is. It's been too sugary since she went into heat at the beginning of the month. And her pee started having keytones again.

She had them when she first got here. I still don't understand why it's bad. But I guess it is. So some of the times he sticks a needle into Alizé too. Then he drains this fancy bag of water through the needle under her skin.

Is that weird or what? She drinks lots and lots of water. Then H.A. pours more of it under her skin. Yucko!

Anyway. H.A. gets up. Which wakes me up. Which makes me hungry. Every two hours! But he doesn't feed us every two hours. He should! Then maybe Alizé wouldn't steal food.

Except it's not really stealing. Our house, our food!

A few days ago she scored a couple of bagels off the stove. H.A. has never had to worry about leaving food on counters before. We're good doggies! Usually.

Now, Zot is famous for eating bread from counters. Back at her own house. H.A. didn't leave any out for her when she lived here.

So because of Alizé he put all the human food in cupboards.

Then she chewed into Sinjin's plastic food bin. A big hole in the side! It's on wheels, and while she was snarfing out of it, she pushed it out the back door and down the steps into the garage.

BONUS! Food everywhere!

Last night Alizé swiped a notepad and some papers off a stand in the kitchen. Hey! That's my job! Actually she's done it a couple of times. Except usually she's smart enough to do it while H.A. is out of the house.

So last night she only waited until he went to lie down in his bedroom. Alizé was actually walking toward the bedroom with the booty! I made some noises in the kitchen and H.A. got up and he saw Alizé with the stuff in her mouth.

BUSTED !!!

Anyway. Talking about being sick, today is the anniversary of the last case of smallpox in the world! Everybody getting shots (bleah!) actually wiped out a disease! It almost makes you want to go get all kinds of shots, huh?

No, probably not.

Then there's this. Military dogs now have their own hospital! That's pretty neat! And a good place to end this blog entry.

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Happy Alaska Day!

Alizé was supposed to write this time. She has stuff she wants to talk about. Maybe one of Sinjin's "wEirD tHiNgS." I dunno.

But she's kinda busy tonight. She got into food she wasn't supposed to eat. So her blood sugar went up. Which made her real thirsty. I don't know why it works that way, but the Human Assistant says it does.

So she's been drinking, I dunno, gallons of water tonight. And then guess what she has to do?

So I'll dictate this one to H.A.

Which is only right.

To quote a big blond doofus who happens to be right once in a while, it's Tucker's blog!

Alaska is really lucky. It must get three or four birthdays every year!

There's one in March to celebrate when the Russians signed the papers to sell Alaska to America. Then there's one today for when the Russians actually let America have the Alaskan territory.

I'll bet they have another one for when it became a state. And maybe even another day for when one of the mining camps burned down. To celebrate the invention of Baked Alaska.

Maybe. I dunno.

I hope that got you into the mood to celebrate. Because I'm just gonna mention a bunch of birthdays, is all. Pick one or two and have yourselves a pawty!

Happy birthday, D.T. Suzuki. Apparently he didn't sell motorcycles. Unless there was one called the Zen. Which is something he made popular in America.

Also happy birthday to Isabel Briggs Myers. She was the Myers in Myers-Briggs. Her mother was the Briggs. Isabel was a Briggs too, until she married Myers. Why wasn't the Myers-Briggs called the Briggs-Myers-Briggs? I guess so it wouldn't sound like a double play in baseball. Or maybe the Myers-Briggs-Briggs.

Happy birthday Charles Edward Anderson Berry. If you don't know who I'm talkin' about, I just got one thing to say - Johnny B. Goode!

Happy birthday, General Turgidson and General Patton

Gilligan's Mary Ann.

Mork's Mindy.

The transistor radio.

Animal-rights advocate Martina Navrátilová.

Jean-Claude Camille François Van Varenberg, also known as Mussels and Brussel Sprouts.

Or something like that. I dunno. Read the article.

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Alizé does new stuff

Last Friday I said nothing much was going on. But it got more interesting. The Human Assistant decided to take some laundry downstairs to the washing machine. He sorta forgot about a blind dog that lives with us for now.

He got down a few steps and then heard a dog come down two steps and stop. Ruh-roh!

Decision time. Push Alizé back up the steps? Or see what she can do? At the risk of bumpety-​whumpety down the rest of the 13 steps? And then BONK on the concrete floor at the bottom?

She had mastered the three steps down from the kitchen to the garage in a day or two. But then she'd forget about the 1½ inches down from the garage to the back-yard sidewalk.

H.A. decided to go down the basement stairs a couple of steps ahead of Alizé. She went down two steps at a time. She made it fine. And back up again fine. Of course. So hooray for the blind dog.

-- Don't yawn!    -- Don't stare!

I wanna go meet a doggy!

Saturday H.A. took Alizé to a MaxFund adoption event. H.A. thinks that that's Tink in the first photo. The little squirt is Henri.

Alizé got attention. Of course. It's that Snow Dogs thing. I'd thank Disney for advertising our handsomeness. But it makes people want Sibes who don't have clue ➀ about us.

::POUNCE::

::SHAKE–SHAKE–SHAKE::

Henri put both his front paws on top of one of the other dogs. Not Alizé. He couldn't have reached her. But on Dusty or Tink.

Then when she wanted to put her paws on him...! Oh, no no no no no! He scooted away. No fair when somedoggy three times your size wants to annoy you back!

So then Henri picked on his bandana. Did he ever whip that thing back and forth!  Get it, killer!

Anyway. That's what Alizé did for excitement last weekend.

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The Big Muddy

Yesterday was kinda interesting.

The Human Assistant has the same disease/problem/whatever as Alizé. He says they're too sweet.  ::GAG::  Sure. Whatever.

H.A. started a new medicine Wednesday night. Thursday morning he was not sweet enough. More so than usual. So he was stumbling around being too slow getting our breakfast.

While waiting for the "pink grapefruit slices in light syrup" to kick in.

But first he had to stick things in Alizé's pee. While watching a clock on the computer because it's the only one in the house that shows seconds as well as firsts.

While trying hard not to spill pee on the keyboard.

Though I don't know what that would hurt. He has to make sure that the pee doesn't have keytones in it anymore. If it did, and it got spilled into the keyboard, I guess it would make music while he typed.

But it doesn't. So what's the big deal?

So that was the morning's excitement.

Must. Dry. Fur.

Mmmmphff

In the afternoon the H.A. decided to give Alizé a bath in the bathtub.

She didn't scream or try to jump out. But she stood sideways as far from the sprayer as she could. H.A. had to bend all this way and that. And soap her twice and rinse her off twice. His muscles hurt today! Heh.

The tub wasn't draining very fast. So it looked like Alizé was standing in a shallow pool of the Misi-ziibi. Ol' Man River. The Big Greasy.

What?

white, white, white, black tips

Alizé got fairly clean on her top and sides. But her tummy and back end need more cleaning. But not today. H.A. wants to buy more tub laxative first.

He says the faster the water leaves the tub, the more dirt it takes with it. It's like rivers. Mountain streams run run run and take dirt away.

By the time they get to the ocean, they're big and tired and lazy. They can't carry the dirt anymore. So they just drop it. Like in the bottom of our tub now.

So that was the afternoon's excitement.

You're new!

Me me me go!

Then Zot came for a quick visit. She was actually pretty happy. Zot really hates living with other dogs. She's lots happier living with just her mom.

So of course Zot was happy yesterday! Her mom got home from work and took her for a drive and came to see us. What doggy wouldn't be happy with all that?

When her mom headed for the door, Zot figured she was going too. So did Alizé! For a blind little lady, she sure knows where the front door is! And how to push open the screen door! (H.A. says that one of these days he'll fix that.)

Zot's polite when she's not all stressed out. So she stood back to see what her mom would do. Eventually Zot and her mom were in their car and Alizé was in the house.

And that was the evening's excitement.

Nothing much is going on today. Oh well.

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Now who?

Sorry for no posts in a while! The Human Assistant has been busy. As I'll explain.

Here's a cozy domestic scene. According to the H.A. He took these Sunday night.

Sinjin in his den.

Me 'n' some other dog.

Like I said before, the Human Assistant must've started missing Sally Violet pretty fast. He only got rid of her Friday afternoon. Then just a day and a nap later, he brought home some other dog.

I could smell that she came from someplace with lots of dogs. But not the H.A.'s usual shelter. And she looked and smelled like she hadn't lived with humans in a while! Not that I minded that, of course. It made her more interesting. But even her pee smelled funny.

The H.A. thought that since I  ☮ didn't mind ☮  the senior female Lucy Sally Violet, then I was bound to positively  ♥ like ♥  a senior female Sibe!

I wish I could make that human sound where they stick out their tongue and make it flap against their lips! Try bringing me a female friend that doesn't walk into me when I'm sprawled out! If you're going to bring me a female friend.

Then the next day he took this dog to the usual shelter and brought her back wearing a MaxFund tag.

Then the next day he took her someplace else and came back without her. He smelled like the place where I go to get weighed and shots and stuff. He said they wanted to keep her overnight.

Hey, I'm not greedy! Keep her forever!

Then nothing happened the next day. Which was Tuesday. Okay, H.A. says he spent a lot of time on the phone trying to find this dog's humans. From a chip she has on her shoulder. That's a strange thing for him to say! She's actually a pretty relaxed dog.

The phone calls convinced H.A. that her name really was Alizé. Like the shelter told him. He just kinda had trouble believing someone would name a Sibe a French word for wind. Or some French booze. Or a French singer. Or one of her French songs.

Wouldn't it make more sense to name a dog after French fries? (French french fries are pommes frites. Isn't that the breed of our friend Minky? )

Anyway. Then H.A. brought Alizé back on Wednesday. She had these places on her front legs with no fur. She said they scraped it off one leg and stuck a needle in her.  ​Ouch!

Then they left the needle in her leg the rest of the day!  ​Owooowooowooo!

She said at least she wasn't starving for a drink while this hose was connected to her. But she got tired of it and pulled the hose off that night. She couldn't get the needle out. But she licked it and chewed it and goobered it up so they couldn't use it.

So then they scraped fur off her other leg. And stuck a needle in that one! And left it there all day !  ​I thought there were humans who stopped animal torture like that!

Well. She got tired of that hose too. Pulled it off that night. They didn't hook it up again. Thank dog!

But they were sticking her with other needles. And bothering her while she peed. Which was pretty often. They kept catching her pee in jars. Humans are so weird!

I guess Alizé can barely see. When she first got here she ran into steps that go up. And tripped down steps that go down. Now she does fine on the steps. And actually, she doesn't step on me anymore. But she still gets too close! So I have to bark at her.

The Human Assistant gives her shots twice a day. She acts like she can't even feel them! And he catches her pee. And sticks a skinny piece of paper in it. Weird!

And puts drops in her eyes. Now that she doesn't especially like.

And she won't eat kibble now. She did before she went away for a couple of days. But I guess they spoiled her. And her second meal isn't at the same time as ours.

So me and Sinjin will be getting some stinky canned food at night! I hope that's in addition to medi-treats!

And that's the story on this other dog. We'll see what happens. Or smell and hear what happens. You know what I mean.

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