I had my checkup with the vet this weekend. My bloodwork is still high and but the vet seems to think I'll be fine as long as we monitor it. While we were sitting in the waiting room, a lady asked mom what was my breed. Mom told her and then she asked if I was a show dog. Mom said no but she tells me I am. The lady's husband laughed at me. I thought who the woof are you. I didn't see a first place ribbon on him! BOL
We finally got our wood tile floors in. The best part is I don't have to stay in my cage when the peeps go to work, I am now free roam. After I had my liver issues, the peeps started caging me because I couldn't hold my pee. I'm much better now but they were still punishing me by putting me in my cage. Mom told me this morning I received my pardon and was free but try not to pee in the house. Paws crossed that I can hold it until Dad comes home at lunch and lets me out.
This week is going to suck for me. The peeps are having wood floors put in which will cause me much stress. I won't be able to relax on my comfy couch instead I will be trapped in the bathroom with Shit. Mom has made me a cave in the bathroom so I can hide. I told Shit she wasn't allowed to hide with me but I have a feeling she will ignore me and do what she wants. Yesterday was a good day, I saw the Dingoes. I barked my head off at them. I ran from window to window giving them what for and after they left, I went outside and peed on everything.