Wow, so much has happened and I'm way behind on telling you stories... Let's start with the important stuff... I got to go hang out with my grandogrents for a whole week while the small one was out galavanting around Northern California and the tall one was working in the Kings Range on the coast (southern Humboldt). It was awesome until they chopped off my tail. Yep, take a moment to collect yourself. Chopped. Off. My. Tail. Well, not all of it but about an inch and a half which, in dog inches is 17 feet. You see, between being a generally wiggly dog and doing my crazy "dinner dance" 2-3 times a day I had apparently knocked my tail on walls, doors, furniture, kid's faces and people's legs hard enough to get a big cut right on top of a small mole. Said cut was not healing because nobody has every successfully stopped me from wiggling so the Doc said he could either try to remove the mole and it would likely never heal or chop off a chunk of my precious tail and take it easy for a few weeks while it heals. So, my grandogma consulted with the peeps and suddenly there I was, in the "recovery room", as high as a professor from Humboldt State University and missing 17 feet (1.5") of my tail! The recovery has been tough. No swimming, no mountain bike rides, no fun. I did get into a sweet wrestling match with the short one but she accidentally stepped on my stump which set me back a few days in the healing process (but I received a ton of treats, rawhide and pity snuggles). I'm still sitting here with a colorful bandage on my tail. It's healing but I keep trying to chew on it so it's bandaged up until the process is finished. Hopefully I can get back in the water by the end of the week but it's all up to Dr. short person.
We went to Canada last week so the peeps could ride at Whistler for the short one's birthday. It was awesome! They had a great time on the mountain and I had a great time kickin it with my long lost (though slightly shorter and rounder) twin Lily and her ferocious and terrifying miniature pincher friend Lincoln. Now we're home, back to being hermits and working on our sweet new pump track in the backyard. For those of you who don't know what that is... it's a bunch of dirt, piled in a specific way so that people can ride it on bikes and have a lot of fun.
The artful landscaping was all the short one (with some help moving the big rocks from the tall one).
I've got to get back to laying in the middle of the driveway soaking up the sun. It's an important job and nobody else seems willing to do it so it's back to work for me!
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Moxy, that's quite a tale. (or a tail, whatever). You neglected to mention the most important part of the, uh, tail tale though. That would be the ongoing crime scene investigation here at Grandogma's house, prompted by the amazing splash and spew patterns you achieved with your colorful blood and impressive tail-wagging skills. I'm still finding spots I missed in the initial cleaning attempts. Some are higher on the wall than my head.
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