Good day, bad day

Any day I get to spend time with my super-sized Sheltie pal is a good day. We played chase through the woods.

Otherwise my exocrine pancreatic insufficiency is making me crankier than my norm (ok, don't laugh). My owner got a new batch of meds and it doesn't seem to be working well. My stomache is in knots. Maybe she's got the amount wrong. I just hope it gets straightened out soon.

What a weekend it was

My owner had a "blonde moment" on Saturday and locked her keys in the car while we were at the park. Of course I didn't care. It meant we never had to leave.

Unfortunately, my owner got the same Ranger who gave her a written warning in May to rescue her. I still had a good time barking at Ranger Rita. It was worth it to smell her fear. My owner said I wasn't very nice. (duh!)

Ok, my owner had a second blonde moment on Sunday. She took me to a "pet communicator". The woman said I would make a good hospice dog. When my owner relayed that bit of info to her dog-walking friends on Monday, they had a good laugh. They said I would have the invalids back on their feet, trying to get away from me. Now, wait a minute, I'm not THAT aggressive ... am I?