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Mushu's Life

Mom been very busy lately, so I help her by cleaning out her cell phone photos for her.  They are cell phone photos remember, so the quality is not very good.

I look out window to make sure no cars coming.  I might have flown away this day but I can't remember.

Mom and me go for walks to the park.  We rest a lot but mom says it will get better the more we walk.  I not so sure at this point.  If you are friends with mom on facebook, you will know that mom and I got caught out in the rain this day.  And funny how mom was too busy taking pictures before the rain came....instead of heading to the truck.  Silly mom.

The pictures above are of me after a walk.  Mom on other side of truck looking just as tired.  It was a bad day for walks and heart attacks.

If a parcel comes in the mail and it won't fit in our mailboxes, we get a notice in the mailbox and then we have to drive to a tiny little country post office to get our big parcels.  I like when this happens because then mom always drives a little bit further up the road to Tim Hortons.  I get one timbit at this place so I always hope for big parcels in the mail.  Anyway, on this day to get a parcel there were a whole lot of people across the road at the little church and we found out there was a movie being made over there.  It was fun to sit and watch all the goings on.

Ok I should stop now because it's already a long post.  But that is what I have been doing lately.  Lots of fun things outside.

When Mushu Goes Missing...You Write a Country Song?

If you are a friend on Facebook you will know Mushu the Butthead Bichon went missing earlier this week.  I wasn't worried at first because he's nine years old and has never gone missing from our yard.  Oh sure, he has ventured to the bottom of the driveway, but to completely vanish?  Never.

 

It not nice calling someone Butthead

I should have known something was up when he was out a bit longer, but when it's nice out he likes to sit on the front step and watch the...well I don't know what he likes to watch...but he watches.  I heard him bark at one point and it was the bark he gets when the deer come through the yard or people walk by on the road.  We're up on a hill so he gets a pretty good view of what's going by on the road.

But I still never thought anything of it.  The deer ignore his white fuzzy self barking at them and he soon tires from bugging them.  About a half an hour later I thought it was unusual he wasn't asking in, so I went out to get him.  He wasn't any where to be found.  We live on 3 acres so it didn't take long to walk around the acreage.

I walked down to the end of the driveway and was mad as I walked because he has been spanked before for going down there.  Then my heart skipped a beat when I got down to the bottom and he wasn't there.  So I started walking and calling him just in case he was in any of the neighbor's yards.  I was getting madder and madder as I walked.  One, because I'm seriously out of shape and walking in our hilly subdivision just about killed me and two, if he was at a neighbors I knew he was probably making a nuisance of himself.

Nothing.  I panted my way back home and got into the truck and drove around the subdivision swearing all the while that if I did finally see him, I was going to run him over.  Yes I was that mad.  But still nothing.  So I came home, grabbed a dog treat and went driving around the subdivision again yelling out the window "Here Mushu!  Come here pup!!  I have a treat for you.  Treat Mushu!!  Look what I have.  TREeeeeat!!!  Mushu you want a treat??!!!!!"  I'm glad we're thinking of moving soon because I might not be able to look the neighbors in the eye any more after that one.

Still nothing.  So I came back home and sat and waited....and waited....and waited.  As the hours ticked on, the more panicked I got.  It was getting dark and the coyotes have been bad around here this year.  I'm sure a nice fuzzy little hors d'oeuvre would have been perfect for a pack of coyotes that night.

I was just about to go out and drive around the subdivision again when the door bell rang.  I ran to the door and sure enough, there were three young boys...and Mushu.  Apparently they were walking into some trees to go exploring and were shocked to see a well groomed white curly-haired dog running out of the trees towards them.  They said Mushu was so happy to see them and practically jumped into the one boys arms. They said he was shaking and crying and they couldn't get him calmed down until they said "You want to go home?".

Mushu is not only chipped but I have tags on him as well.  Even though he has never gone missing like this, I wanted those tags on him for this very reason.  I have our subdivision acreage number on the tags as well as our phone number.  I was so grateful for those boys bringing Mushu back home I wanted to cry.  They told me where they found Mushu and I can't believe how far he was from home.

My guess is that he started barking at what ever came through our yard and the intruder ran into the trees behind our place.  Mushu followed and then because he's a sissy spoiled pup, got disoriented...and then got lost in the trees.  I swore I was going to give him such a spanking when he did finally come home but when the boys handed him to me I was so darn grateful to have him back I just couldn't.  My son laughed and made fun of me but he's not a parent...er....a puppy parent.  He doesn't yet know the emotions of being so mad, then so grateful.

 

I sorry mom.  I no mean it.

Gregg asked about "Your stupid dog going missing" and when I said "What ever.  I know you don't care about him but I was frantic."  Then he said "Ya well....there's been too much money spent on that dog to have him go missing like that."  Now I know it doesn't sound like it by the way I wrote it out but it says a lot to me.  Which is, Gregg may act all mean and tough when it comes to Mushu but he definitely knows how much Mushu means to me and certainly doesn't want to see anything bad happen to the little guy.  Awwww.

I said I just couldn't believe Mushu would go missing like that and it was so out of character for him it had me worried.  I said I don't know what got into him.  Gregg said "Well maybe he's got Alzheimers and couldn't find his way back.  He is old you know Joy."  Super.  I have memory issues and now my dog has Alzheimers.  Kind of sounds like a country song in the making. 

Wednesdays With Mushu - Listening

Human Mom standing at the door:  Mushu you have been out long enough, it's time to come in pup.
Mushu...completely ignores Human Mom.

Mom:  Mushu, come in now, it's too cold to be sitting out there this long.
Mushu looking to the left but refusing to look at Human Mom:  No.  I don't think I will come in now.

Human Mom getting mad and cold:  Mushu I mean it.  Get in this house!
Mushu finally turning around and looking at human mom:  What?  Did you say something?
Human Mom:  Stop standing there looking at me and get in this house.
Mushu...continues to stand there for what seems like an eternity. 

Human mom...flipping out:  MUSHU GET IN THIS HOUSE NOW!!
Mushu...decides to lick the snow, then sniff it then finally decides he will make his way to the house.

Mushu...falls on his face in the snow.
Human mom...*snickers*

Wednesdays With Mushu

Mushu:  Mom can I write a post today?
Joy:  No Mushu I don't have time.
Mushu:  You said you didn't have time last week or the week before.
Joy:  Yes but I've been busy.
Mushu:  Well I want to write a post today.  It's Wednesday.  I have things I want to write down.  Pleeeeeeeeease?!
Joy:  Not today Mushu, the office is a mess and I'm trying to focus on something right now.
Mushu:  But....but...but...but...
Joy:  Mushu stop now.  Go play.

I not impressed with human mom

Wednesdays With Mushu...or....Westie with Mushu

Mom says she is researching a ton and it looks pretty good that she will be bringing one of these into the house...

She says it is called a Westie and they grow up to look like this...

She said it is completely up to me and that if I liked the new pup when we visit it a few times, we could bring it here to live with us and I could hug it and squeeze it and keep it forever.

Wednesday With...a tired...Mushu

Mom keeps thinking today is Saturday.  I keep telling her it's Wednesday.

She's been sleeping a lot but feels much better today.

Unfortunately she says she lost some days in there somewhere.  Or added days on.  Or...I don't really know.

But now I think I caught what she had and even though mom doesn't sleep like this...I think she knows how I feel.

Don't mind the bits of fur lying beside me in the video. I may or may not have been licking my foot again and I may or may not have got caught again and now I may or may not be wearing the booty on my foot...again.

Wednesdays With Mushu

I didn't get into any more garbage for a whole week so mom says I can come on the computer and play for a little bit.  I thought I would make her this poster to say thank you.

You can make a poster too if you would like.  I saw it first on this blog my mom reads and then I went to the site to make one up and surprise mom with.  Surprise!  I bet she's surprised.

My foot doesn't hurt any more.  I had a sore foot and I had to go into the vet.  He's nice but I still get a bit jittery.  I have to go back in soon so he can look at it again and I bet I will be all jittery again when I do.

Anyway, mom says my foot is coming along really good and when I look at it it must be getting better because there is actually hair growing on it again.  Which is good because a nekkid foot wasn't the look I was going for at all.  It was hard not to lick my sore foot but then mom put a stupid booty on it and then I couldn't lick it any more even if I wanted to.

Mom says I'm not supposed to say the word stupid because stupid isn't a very nice word and even though I'm just saying stupid about a stupid booty, she says it's best not to say stupid at all and then you never have to worry about saying stupid at the wrong time.  So I said I wouldn't say stupid any more even though the booty is stupid.

Mom says I'm pushing my luck here.  I say that's just stupid.

I have to say good-bye now because mom says my luck just ran out and I have to go sit in the corner.

Wednesdays With Mushu - Grounded!

I not allowed to come out to play today.  Because I got grounded.  Because I was bad and got into the garbage.

Mom says if I behave I might get to come back on the computer next week.

So I'm going to try really really hard not to get into any more garbage until next Thursday.

Wednesdays With Mushu - Alistair T Bear Reporting

This is Alistair T Bear here and I am reporting live from outside Mushu's home in Edmonton, Alberta Canada.

Mushu the 9 year old Bichon Frise had, what some fur friends would say, was a harrowing experience at the veterinary clinic today.  Those 'some fur friends' being fur friends who have anxieties about going to the vet like Mushu does.

Eyewitnesses tell me Mushu was heard whimpering in the waiting room but these same witnesses tell me his human mom was quick to pick him up and put him on her lap to comfort him.  This seemed to quiet him down some.

Other eyewitnesses tell me Mushu was doing fine and beginning to calm down a bit when a baby Rottweiler came into the veterinary clinic and headed straight for Mushu.  Jumping on Mushu's human mom to get to Mushu. The Rottweiler's owner was quick to catch the pup and the pup only wanted to play, but by the time the pup was caught and taken to another seat, Mushu could be found with four paws clasped firmly around his human mom's head in an attempt to escape from the horror of the ordeal.

I am told his human mom will recover from her paw wounds in good time.

A reliable source has told me Mushu was taken into the vets for a wound on his back leg that was not healing and that this wound is deeper then Mushu's human mom suspected.  It was a tricky wound because even though it looked like it was healing, Mushu's human mom felt something wasn't right.  She is being credited for catching the wound when she did.

This same reliable source tells me Mushu is to go on antibiotics for one month and then the infection will be assessed at that time.  My source says Mushu's vet seemed to think it will take a bit longer then a month on the antibiotics but he is hopeful the infection will clear up.  Once again, Mushu will be assessed in one month's time.

Another reliable source told me Mushu was also given some cream to put on his wound twice a day and then a sock or bootie over it to stop Mushu from licking the wound.

Eyewitnesses near Mushu's home have told me words of "Mushu keep that on." "Stop pup, you need to keep the bootie on."  "Mushu I mean it." have been heard over the past few hours.

In good news, Mushu was told he is allowed to gain two pounds because instead of being overweight, he is now considered underweight.  But only by two pounds so his vet does not want him to start yo-yo dieting.  It just means instead of Mushu's mom being very strict with the treats, she will now be less strict.

All in all there are high hopes the wound on Mushu's leg will heal and he will be good as new in no time.

Reporting live from outside Mushu's home in Edmonton, Alberta Canada, this is Alistair T Bear.  Wishing you a good day.

Wednesdays with Mushu - Santa Puppy Wishes You a Very Merry Christmas

Bet you thought I wasn't going to post today. But I am because mom said I could come on here "quick like a bunny" and wish everyone a Merry Christmas.

I went to the groomers yesterday.  Mom said she didn't want much fur cut off because it's very cold outside and the groomer said ok.  Then the groomer made me look like a marshmallow.

The groomer also gave me a collar that has bells on it.  Now if everyone is downstairs, they know when I go in the kitchen upstairs because they can hear me.  I no like the bells.

 

I no like the Santa hat mom put on me either.  I made a poem while mom was getting her camera....

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house...
Mom made me wear a stupid hat and that's that.

Merry Christmas.  From me.....Mushu the Santa Puppy...to you.