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I'm in rough shape!

Merry Christmas everyone!

Hi all, it's been a long time since I had the chance to update my diary. What a busy month it's been! Christmas is finally here, now we can all relax. I got lots of presents but had the most fun playing in a pile of bedsheets that Mum threw on the bed. I watched my doggie brothers and sister chew rawhide all day long, and I watched Mum and Dad smile and laugh and enjoy the day. What a great thing Christmas is! This is only my second Christmas with my family, and I am looking so forward to many many more Christmases to come.

My best gift this year is a gift that made my Mum kind of sad, but I don't understand why! I hoped and prayed that someone would take care of those mean dogs that attacked me and almost killed me...well, for Christmas one of them got hit by a car and died. It was instant, so he didn't suffer. My Mum was sad to hear it, because she hates to think that any animal should have to die that way. My predecessor, Oliver died that way and my Mum still misses him like mad. It about killed her when she found him laying on the side of the road. She still can't talk about it. Anyways, the dog who died, his name was Russell. I hated him like death and I'm glad he's gone. Now I can go out and not worry about those dogs causing me harm or chasing me. The other dog (Russell's brother) is still alive, but he won't come near me without his backup. He's a real coward. I feel so relieved. I don't care one little bit about that jerk dog. He ripped my tail off and tore off my weiner! My Mum is a real animal lover though and boy is she mad. She keeps saying how this should never have happened, and how everyone knew those dogs would get hit by a car one day. My parents called them so many times to tell them to keep their dogs locked up for their own safety as well as my safety. Even other family members called them up to tell them to get their dogs away from the road, away from their pets etc. But they wouldn't listen. And the sad thing is, these people are going to run out and get another dog to replace Russell, we're certain of it. They've been doing this for years and they don't seem to care at all. They have no consideration for animals whatsoever. They aren't even going to tell their children what happened to Russell, which is probably for the best. It is heartbreaking for my Mum though, because that poor little boy still goes outside and calls for his Russell, thinking that his dog has just roamed too far from home...even that makes me sad, because I don't want any little kid to feel badly. It's not his fault his parents are wieners when it comes to pet owndership. Russell sure got what he deserved, but if his parents had kept him safe and locked up, this would never have happened. So now there is a dead dog, and a handicapped cat all because of some stupid people. They ought to be ashamed of themselves for allowing that to happen to their dog. To their DOGS. So not only did Russell get hit by a car and die, but the other dog who attacked me was hit by a car as well (maybe the same one that killed Russell, we don't know) and had his leg broken. So now the other dog is walking around with a broken leg dangling from him. And of course they won't be taking him to the vet, because they don't care. Boy, am I glad I have a Mum and Dad who love me and take care of me!

Well that's my Christmas update. Good riddance Russell, is what I say. However I wish those people would learn from his death, but I know they won't. I just hope the next dog they get is afraid of me. I also hope it's small so I can beat him up if need be. I'll just keep my toes crossed that they don't get another dog. They still have the one, so that may be enough for them for now. The day they get another dog is the day my Mum is going to kick some butt.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

Oh joy!

Yey, it's Christmas tree time!

Mom and Dad put the Christmas tree up, and I'm so happy! I love to lay underneath it and look up to see all the sparkly lights and glittery things. Mum puts a few ornaments really low so my sisters and I can play with them a bit. All of us pets here are very respectful of the tree though, we don't try to knock it over or destroy it. We simply enjoy it to it's fullest! I love Christmas time!

This year I have so much to celebrate for Christmas. I am healthy and happy...I have a new lease on life. However since my attack I have been more attached to my Mum than I used to be. It's due to a couple of things...the first thing, I just love my Mum so much and I am so grateful for everything she has done for me with this whole dog attack ordeal. I didn't think I could be closer to her than I already was, but here I am, closer to her now than ever. I just love to lay on her lap and be near her. She's not just my Mum, she's my best friend! The second thing is that I have become a little more dependent on her, as I really like to know that she is nearby in case those dogs come around. The last time Mum left me, I was attacked. Now I get very upset when Mum leaves, even if it's just to go to the grocery store or out for dinner with Dad. Sometimes I get so upset when she leaves me that I pee on the corner of the couch. Mum gets angry when I do that, but she just can't get upset with me. I have her wrapped around my little toe! Still, I don't like peeing on things to show her how upset I am, but I don't know how else to let her know that I miss her when she's not here.

Anyways, all of us pets here are getting ready for Christmas. We all have our own stockings that Santa comes and puts stuff in. My stocking says "The Boss" on it. Mum found it just like that at Target! She couldn't believe that it had my name on it, so she grabbed it and bought it for me. This will be my second Christmas with my Mum and Dad. I remember last years holiday really well though, especially my stocking! As soon as Mum hung it up this year, I started sniffing it. I can't stop! There used to be goodies in there and I know there will be goodies in it again soon! I hope Santa brings Bullitt some minty-bones, his breath is really gross. Annabelle wants some catnip, and Shalimar just wants to be left alone. Smeagol wants lots of yummy treats, and Stimpy wants a big fat squeaky toy. I want a nice new scratching box. Stannie and Ollie had one, but when they were adopted out to their forever homes a couple of weeks ago, Mum let them take their scratching box with them. I miss it! I think I've been a very good boy this year and deserve a new scratch box.

I'm off to go nap beneath the tree now! I hope I dream of oodles of Christmas goodies....

Sorry for the delay!

Well, life seems a little calmer for me lately, thank goodness. I must appologize for my lack of diary updates as of late, as things have been calmer for me but they've been pretty hectic for my Mum and Dad.

The good news is that I haven't seen those dogs around for a couple of days. I don't care if anyone reads this and is offended, but my Dad shot both dogs with a pellet gun! My Dad used special bullets...I'm not sure what they're called but they are like capsules filled with little pellets that spray when they are shot from the gun. It's pretty harmless, but can still cause a nasty bruise and a terribly stinging sensation. The dogs weren't hurt of course, well, I'm sure they were a little sore but more than anything it seemed to frighten them. We haven't seen them around the house since. We think that the neighbours were picking out little pellets from their dogs backsides and realized that my Mum and Dad were quite serious about the situation here...and it seems as though for the time being the neighbours are keeping the dogs in the garage for most of the day. OR it may simply be that since the weather has gotten colder and rainier lately, that the dogs have just decided to stick closer to home. One thing is for sure, Mum and Dad mean business and are making sure those dogs never hurt me again.

I myself am doing great. I like to go out late at night just before bed now. I feel safest when it's dark out because I know those dogs don't come around that time of night. I can hide much better in the shadows...

My wounds are completely healed and my fur is really coming in nicely! My bum is covered in a soft peach fuzz. Mum thinks it's really cute. It's awfully chilly on my rear-end when I go outside though. I'd say all my fur will be grown back in by Christmas for sure.

I'll keep updating my diary of course, but I certainly hope that I have no more exciting tales to tell for a while. Out of my nine lives I think I'm down to about 5 now. Geesh.

Seeing as I have so much to be thankful for this Thanksgiving, I'd like to put a short list here today. My friends Kirby, Kody and Keetah did this on their diary so I thought it was a great idea to do it myself.

Things I am Thankful for on this Thanksgiving

I am thankful for my Mum, who loves me more than anything has ever loved me in my entire life.
I am thankful for my Dad who shot those mean dogs in the bum.
I am thankful for my sister Smeagol even though I want to beat her up sometimes.
I am thankful that I am no longer the 'male black and white' in foster care.
I am thankful that those mean dogs did not kill me when they attacked me.
I am thankful that I only lost my tail and my genitals during the attack...I could have lost everything.
I am thankful for my vet. Even though I don't like him I know I would be dead without him.
I am thankful for the staff at the vet clinic. Those ladies took extra special care of me while my Mum couldn't be there. They made my stay much less stressful than it could have been.
I am thankful that Bullitt and Stimpy don't bother me at all.
I am thankful that I have a special bed just for me.
I am thankful that I have Shalimar to pick on.
I am thankful that Annabelle seems to be warming up to me.
I am thankful that Oliver sent me to my family.
I am thankful that Oliver looks over me and keeps me safe so Mum will not be brokenhearted.
I am thankful for the cereal Mum gives me every morning because I'm her 'special little guy'.

And last but certainly not least...

I am so thankful for all my wonderful friends at Caster and their Moms and Dads. Without you, my Mum would have had no support at all during this horrible ordeal. Thankyou from the very bottom of my heart!

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving everyone!

Bossy and family