Thursday, May 20, 2010
Here I Am!
Hi! My name is Lucy Sue. I am nine weeks old and I have been living with Dwain and Debbie for three days. I love my new home. I'm a little spoiled, but not enough to be obnoxious...yet. :D
I went to the Double Arrow Veterinary Hospital yesterday. WOW! What an experience. First the Vet Tech weighed me. I am 2.5#. I may be small, but don't under estimate the weight I can throw around. Next she used a thermometer in my little bottom. My temperature was just right. She took my picture for their file. Dr. Greenshields came in and had a big smile when he saw me. Little did I know that he was going to poke me with a needle and make me drink something that tasted like bananas. I think they are going to keep me healthy. Dr. G poked, squeezed and lifted. I had been taking a nice nap before we got to the clinic. :(
Before we left Dwain and Debbie bought me a new halter and leash. Guess what color? PINK!!!
I have some great tasting food and treats too. I also have two new toys.
Because I'm small, I get cold easily. Debbie thinks she might find a sweater for me. Our friends, Clarence and Debbie gave me a nice crate. Dwain put my food and water in the back of the crate along with a blanket. I don't mind going in the crate to have a bite to eat and drink, but they want me to sleep in there. That's going to take alot of convincing as I'd much rather sleep on the couch or on the floor next to their feet. Actually, I like to drape myself across their foot. Debbie thinks that is because I miss my five brothers and sisters. That might be, as their feet are the same size as my siblings.
They want me to sleep when it is dark outside. I would rather be awake at night and sleep during the day. What's wrong with that? Many people have this schedule, granted most are teenagers and those under 30. Just because Dwain and Debbie happen to be over 30 (he he), should I change what makes me happy? Besides, Debbie stays up with me. That won't last much longer, because she says she can't take it anymore. Her Fibromyalgia is flaring. I don't like to make her hurt, so we may need to compromise. While I'm taking a cat nap...oh...I'm a dog...they put me in my crate. I show them...I wake up immediately and come out of the crate and sleep in front of it.
I went to Josh's baseball game last night. There were kids who wanted to hold me. It was nice for awhile, but I was glad Debbie retrieved me. Patrick then came along and saved me from Debbie's lap. Unfortunately, he dropped something, bent over to pick it up and I tumbled out of his arms. That hurt! But I survived. I have a voice like my sister Heather and the whole ball field heard me.
Time for me to sleep for a couple hours more.