Ribfest

My vegetarian human took me to Ribfest in Burlington this weekend.

I think I can actually thank my daddy for that. But, still, it was a first for me.

Somewhat frustrating, smelling all the ribby goodness and not being able to get any of it into my mouth. I almost managed to snag three delish rib bones before they were cruelly snatched away.

Got lots of attention. One man even guessed my breed and my age. That NEVER happens!!!

I did it

It was inevitable.

This morning, I stopped in the middle of crossing a busy intersection to poop.

When you're my age, and you gotta go, you just go.

No one rushed me. I did one of my patented traveling poops, spread the wealth around a little, just to make it harder for the human to pick it all up while traffic waited for us.

There was laughter.

I MADE IT TO 14!!

I'm doing pretty well for an old broad, too! Sure, I drop the occasional carpet turd without knowing it. Once in awhile I leak, and I am not so great on stairs anymore. My depth perception is kind of whacked. I could beat anyone in a fart contest and my days of even seeing, never mind chasing, prey are over.

But I love my food, get utter joy out of a good swim in the lake. I love my people, sniffing stuff, and napping. I have great physio peeps, a wonderful vet and humans that make my life as easy as possible.

So...onward!!

Curse you, winter

On Tuesday, I finally had the pleasure of actually pooping on grass for the first time since December.

It was magical.

Additionally, the bunny poop buffet area had thawed enough to enable unfettered and delicious snacking.

Then what happens?

A damned snowstorm.

In March.

The grass is one again buried, forcing me to poop on ice this morning.

The bunny poo buffet? Yeah, buried.

I made my point by leaving a small turd on the bedroom carpet this morning.

My patience is not infinite.

Underwater Treadmill Storm

I was having a nice nap...

I really was having a great nap yesterday morning - mind you, while being forced to wear a red and white scarf with a freaking pom-pom in honour of the Canadian men's hockey team that was playing for gold while I napped. There I was, snoozing away, dreaming of all sorts of delicious things like eating rabbit and goose poo, frolicking in the lake, chasing down bunnies and squirrels...when all of a sudden...'YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" - the sound of my human screaming filled the air.

Immediately I jumped to my feet, ready to guard and protect the human and our den from whatever abhorrent evil had invaded our sleepy Sunday morning.

But, I sensed no distress in the human.

Turns out, the idiot was yelling because Canada scored a goal.

After staring her down for a few seconds, I returned to my dreams. 

Happy Family Day

Even though it wasn't a holiday for her, the human spent Family Day with me yesterday. She was away all last week, and I had one hell of a crappy week without her. At least I was with my Auntie Diane and we always have fun together. But I felt awful. Turns out, it was an 'acute muscle spasm' in my neck. Tuesday I cried out in pain whenever I moved my head, didn't want to eat, didn't pee. That is SO not me. I love to eat - and I LOVE to pee on things. Felt a bit better Wednesday with the help of some drugs, saw Dr. H on Thursday and I am feeling better every day. But I have definitely aged again and am kind of nervous about stairs etc. Plus, my stupid paws keep sliding out from under me on the hardwood floors. I also LOVE to sleep a lot.

I'm guessing partly because she was away for so long, and partly because I gave her a scare, the human has been mauling me with hugs and sniffing my fur. It's brutal. But I endure it. 

I Can't Help it, I'm Old

Had some fun with the human yesterday.

She did yoga at home, and I added to the joy of her practice by lying at the top of her yoga mat. I do not cuddle, so she loves it when I choose to be close to her.

I could sense her happiness as she put herself through a rigorous yoga practice.

When she was finished, she laid down with her head next to my butt for her savasana. The fireplace was on. Candles lit. Me next to her.

A perfect moment, right?

I gave her about five minutes to enjoy it before I farted loudly right beside her head.

Savasava over.

It's Been a Lazyass Winter