I'm Your Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Cherry Bomb!

Hey y'all!  Some of y'all thought da dress I wuz wearin yesterday wuz new - it wuzn't.  It wuz one of da dresses I gots from my birfday last year (since we celebrated dat in Florida, I had to have an allygator dress).  Anyways, dis are da new dress my momma made - it's got tons of cute lil cherries on it!

Dat are right, I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!

I even has a musical soundtrack, BOL!

It are real cute - it kinda looks like 50s pin up style to my momma.

Here's a closeup - dere are even cherry buttons!

I's still lookin cute, even if I can't move much.

A new dress will still make me smile.

And here are me and my momma together - we been spendin tons of time together and I luvs it!  I's still not movin much at all - it wuz anudder day of da same.  I has to be held up be a scarf as a sling AND a harness wif a leash to do by bizness - it are embarrassin, speshully when weirdos gotta slow down dere cars to watch.  I don't watch dem do dere bizness, so dey should leave me alone, dat's what I thinks.

I got to go on a walkie today - I wuz alert for zombies, but we didn't see any.

My momma made Finley a cherry dress too and we wuz twinsies.

Den me and momma hung out by da pool - she are gettin real tan and I are workin on bleachin my furs out to be all white.

Since it wuz real warm again, I gots to get in on da S.S. Whitley for a lil bit.

Tonite wuz BBQ chikken and cream-style corn!

And guess who got some of each???  Dat are right - ME!!!  And it wuz delishus!!!

I's all ready for a nap now.  It wuz a pretty good day all and all, but I is not really doin any better which are frustamaratin. Sometimes I'll run in my sleep and it makes momma sad, she'd luv to see me walk again, much less run, but we know it isn't gonna happen.  I still can't even scoot around much.  All I can do is roll.

Please go visit my pal Forrest - he are gettin ready to make his trip to da Rainbow Bridge and I are shure his family could use some virtual hugs and POTP.  And I just found out one of my westie pals from Dogster, Ichabod, has lymphoma.  It are just too sad.

My momma and me really appreciamatates how kind everyone in Blogville has been to us, it are so tuff to be dealin wif.  As a lot of y'all know, my momma has had me since she wuz 15, which are bout half her life.  I's been coast to coast wif her and she are tryin to get used to da idea of life wifout me.  Which are why she keeps cryin I guess.  I don't like it when she cries.  After all, eventually I's goin to da land of endless BBQ chikken and smashed taters and eggie weggies and all dat goodness - it are no real reason to be sad.  And it seems like I's gonna have too many friends either waitin for me or arrivin right after.