Been a long time since I've updated

I've been off insulin for a while, so no more needles. But now the vet thinks my kidneys aren't doing so well. I'm drinking more water (Mom bought me a cool new water dish - actually it's a fountain). Mom's giving me pills. Yuck! And she tried to get me to eat that nasty wet food, but I refused. She did change my regular food. It's alright, but not real tasty. Mom says I have to go back to the vet in a couple weeks to see how my kidneys are doing on the new diet. It sucks getting old.

The horror

Went to that awful place the other day. Mom says I need to, but I don't believe her. They embarrassingly announce my weight, stick me with needles (much bigger than the ones mom uses*for insulin) and otherwise harass me. I tried to hide in mom's coat, but then she moved away from the table so I couldn't reach her. That was so mean. I just don't like going to the vet!!

It's been so long

Mom's been avoiding the computer lately. Something about wasting too much time on it, so I haven't been able to write. Nothing particularly important going on. Mom's been rearranging some furniture, but left my stuff alone.

She's still sticking me with sharp objects. Not good, but I haven't had to go to the vet as often. Very good.

Mom did tell me some sad news though. One of her friends dogs was killed this last weekend. She said he was a wonderful dog. I didn't think one of those existed, but I'll take her word for it. She was very upset by it.

Well, typing is hard work. I think it's time for a nap.

Water problems

Mom told me that we would do something to make me feel good today. I'm thinking ice cream or some really good treat. She was thinking that horrible thing called a bath. I understand that humans like to take those, but why I can't understand. Their fascination with water astounds me. Now, I like a good tongue bath, but this whole water drowned style is definitely not for me. But mom wouldn't let me out until I was all washed.

Truthfully, I do feel better, but I'd never tell her that.

Here we go again

It's been awhile since I've made an entry. Mom's been too busy to log on to the computer. She even left me alone for several days and had other people give me shots. I got a lot of hissing practice in. There were even children involved. Sigh. I'm too old for that. I was never so happy to see mom when she got back.

While she was away, I didn't want to eat, so keeping my diabetes in check was a bit harder for her volunteers. Hopefully, she'll get the message and not leave again, but I've heard rumors that she's going to go away again in a couple weeks.

Otherwise, things have been pretty normal if not busy. Ear pricks and shots, which I still have to fuss about. What I put up with for some treats.

New insulin

Mom says she just order PZI and that will hopefully work better for me. Personally, I think nothing to do with shots would work best, but she and the vet have different ideas on that.

Mom's brought out a lot of interesting things to check out. She said something about a rummage sale (whatever that is). As long as she doesn't move the food bowl, I'm fine. Though I wouldn't mind that carrier disappearing. Wonder if I could hide it among this stuff and she wouldn't notice.

And those sharp objects keep coming

Those needles are becoming routine now. Yet, I can't let mom know that I'm okay with them. So I'm very vocal at my opposition. Anyway, I need to perfect my 2 hiss combo and begin work on the 3. Mom gave me bacon for a treat last week. Yummy!!! Also, good to note, I haven't had to get in the carrier for awhile. Apparently, mom poking my ears allows her to get the info she needs to consult the vet. It's nice to not be shoved in that carrier. Unfortunately, it's still out, which is threatening.

In other news, mom got some new stuff that I made sure to break in. Added some fur and wrinkles. Then she had to wash it. ;) Hehe.

Frightening Day

Mom decided that we needed to do this thing called a BG curve. It sounds interesting.

Later -
Okay, maybe it's not interesting. It's painful. She pricked my ears to make them bleed, not once but several times. She seemed disappointed on the first one. I think she wanted it to be lower. But the second one was where the commotion began. It was apparently way to low. So mom was on the phone with the vet and following me around a lot. The third test was even lower and we rushed to the vet. The vet gave us some malt flavored stuff that was mostly sugar. Mmmm. It was good. And mom bought steak tips from a delivery place, so I could eat some. I'm still cleaning it out of my fur. And of course, there was cheese treats too. She did several more tests (ouch) and I made sure to voice my opposition to those, but she only hugged me. Apparently things were better later and she says I won't have to be tested until tomorrow. Plus I don't get a shot tonight!!!! Now I think I'll just lounge by the computer for awhile while mom does some other things on it.

Just another day

It wasn't too bad of a day today. Well, if we ignore the sharp objects mom poked me with. I took a nap under the quilts and one in the closet. And a few more stretched out on the floor. Mom held me for awhile (at least while I let her).

Mom took my picture a few times this morning and said I would get those viewed by other people, when she got around to uploading it. Maybe later this week. Well, time for another quick nap.

We're going where?!

Today started out good. Mom made no move to get the insulin out for the morning shot. She looked like she was ready to leave for work and still no shot. Yippee. But there was something suspicious about that. I decided I should go ahead and get in the corner of the closet (one of my favorite hiding places) and curled up as small as I could get. She found me anyway. And took me to the carrier. The horror!

We drove the short distance to the vet. I had to keep my back turned from mom to make sure she knew how I felt about that. We arrived and they took me away from mom. Then I was subjected to so much humiliation. It was terrible.

Mom was happy my BG was down and they didn't increase the units of my shot as much and that I gained back a little of the weight that I had lost.

Then we went home, but mom kept me in the carrier. She was preparing the shot and kept me trapped until she was ready. This was very upsetting. She took forever. (Alright, so it was only a couple minutes, but it felt like forever) Then I got my shot and treat and she went to work.

When she came home it was another shot and treat (leftover steaktips - Yummy). I'm beginning to get tired of these shots though.