Traveling and Itching

I've been traveling a lot these last few weeks. First I went to visit Aunt Molly and the grandparents in Houston. Then I stayed with Aunt Abbey in Stamford. I had to stay outside, and it was hot. I don't understand why they wouldn't let me stay inside where there's air conditioning and fun new things to sniff and chew on.

Plus Abbey kept eating my food... I'd tell her to stop, but she's deaf (supposedly) so that didn't help.

Oh, and I also went to the Vet for the last time! I say last time, because if Mommy and Daddy ever try to leave me there again I will throw the nastiest barking and whining fit you've ever seen.

Mommy left me there before work the Friday we were leaving for Stamford. I had four shots (I hate shots) and all sorts of other invasive procedures. After a long nap, Daddy picked me up and took me home, but while they were packing my nose started to itch really bad! Then it spread to my face.

Mommy and Daddy looked scared, commenting on how swelled my face looked... so they stopped packing and - get this - they took me BACK to the Vet!! Where's the logic in that? Isn't that what got me so messed up in the first place??

So the vet gave me some pills that made me sleepy, and fortunately my face stopped itching.

And that was my dramatic day at the Vet.

Not a whole lot happening since then. Uncle Clint is in town this weekend. I like him because he lets me lick his face and his feet (Mommy and Daddy don't let me do that as much as they used to.)

Here are some pictures and another video. Click on the images for larger sizes. Thanks for checking in!


Me and Molly in Houston:




Me and Daddy in front of our new TV



On the couch



Me and Molly in Houston



Me and Molly again



Look at what the Vet's shots did to my face! (Caution: Disturbing Image)



In Stamford: