Who's Your Uncle?

So this morning my ma ape was working away--tap tap tap on the computer--when she reached down to give me a pet and saw THIS on my pawpaw! (it's on the left, between my two toes).

It was a big red LUMP between my toes and so she packed me up in the car to go to the v-e-t. And the J.Ape had my RONDO so we had to take the old car. It needs new fool injectors (we have plenty of fools, just need the injecting) so it is always an adventure to see if the engine will fall out! I was so embarrassed.

And I was very disappointed to see that their scale is obviously broken.

I like to hide under the bench but the vet said he the tufts of fur into the room to find me.

And the vet came in and told my ma ape that it was probably a wee cyst and then he stuck a three, five, twenty inch needle in my pawpaw and out came PUS. It was PAWESOME. He said it is an interdigital cyst, common in labbie abbies. So, here is an anatomy lesson.

Intermediate sized sis-ter:


Interdigital cyst-er (post bloodletting):



It so happens that this problem puts me in good company with one of my best real world buddies, Jackson! (Coincidentally we also share the problem of annoying sisters and bratty brudders but that's another story for another blog)

The proper name for these thingies is Furunculosis/Furuncles which makes me n' Jackson FurUncles!

Ahhhhh. Two Fur Uncles, full of pus and vinegar.

Pool Party!

One of the things we did on the playdate was bring our cheap-o pool that is hard to fill and easy to tear!

We filled it with water and made dog soup. Narra and Tuchuck were the first to dive in.


But Oscar Bean and Ethel got in to cool their bellies and their jets.


The pool did not hold its shape very well with all the beans in it.


The older dignified gents did join in the shenanigans. Even though some of them were picked up and placed in the pool. Harumph.


Here's how I felt about the whole wet business.

Sunday Morning in the Sun!

We got to have another playdate! This time with a pool party (more on that in a later post.) We got to go over to see Narra, Jackson, Tuchuck and Rousseau.

Three dogs in one car!

Four dogs in one pile.

Oscar Bean chased Tuchuck.



Wally chased Tuchuck!

Jackson chased Wally (slow speed chase).


Look! Jackson scares Oscar because Oscar cannot handle his love. Here Oscar is stopped in his track by the power of Jackson's gaze.


Jackson just wants a little love!

And a lotta Oscar.

Princess Narra was above the she-nanigans.

And also she was quite busy hoarding the tennis balls.


We listened to ABBA the whole time and had a handsome contest to decide who got to be the Dancing Queen.

The entrants included Tuchuck (Super Trooper).

Jackson (Voulez Vous--ah ha!)
.

Rousseau (Chiquitita).


Wally T. (Wallyloo!)!

Who is the Dancing Queen? You don't have to say--I don't want to make the other dogs feel bad.

But I did leave behind a little something for my pals to remember me by.


If you want to see a video of us playing you can visit my buds' blog.

Play Date!

Look! Two boys in a car! ROAD TRIP! ROAD TRIP!


We were going to visit some friends. Do you remember this dude, Tuchuck?

He was my sissy's first dog friend (other than me). And Tuchuck has a big bro and a sis. Jackson and Narra.

They are our DWB AND real world friends. Though last time we saw each other Ethel picked a fight with Narra and Ethel wound up at the vet with a cone on her head. I told her to BE NICE. No girl fights. And there weren't! Oscar is really good friends with these dudes because he had some slumber parties at their house before he came to our house. He and Tuchuck are especially close. Kissin' Cousins!



My friends have a new brudder named Rousseau (the philosopher, not the artist.)


He's big ole bad ass Aussie Shepherd X. Um, he's on the other side of the fence because I jumped on his back which was not nice a nice way to say hello. But Rousseau got to come in after me n' sissy were in exile on the other side of the fence. Rousseau likes Oscar. A lot. Here he is trying to hump him! Ha!


Narra was not much interested in us. She likes to fit many tennis balls in her mouth and play hard to get. She wouldn't even let my ma ape pet her! She's like totes a society girl and thought we were kinda embarrassing.


Mostly there was a lot of running running running.

A touch of chasing.

And a smidgen of rasslin'.

And while I may be old don't count this dude out!

We also spent a lot of time around the water bowl.

Which SOME dogs thought was their personal water bowl.

There was a lot of following, much of it by Jackson who, like me is older and wiser.


Here we are having a little AARP convention.

Look! Dude convention!

Three amigos!


Four amigos!


We were very tired after our playdate. Here we are on our way home. Can you see me? I am UNDER Ethel catchin' some Zs.


We were so good that we get to have ANOTHER date next weekend AND I hear we're getting ICE CREAM for DINNER. Oscar sez, "THAT ROCKS!"