Hey y'all. I is not doing too great. I woke my momma up at 5:30 dis morning, I wuz wheezin real bad. And dis morning, I had an ack-sy-dent on my bed in da kitchen even though I had just been out to pee. Momma said I's losing my continents, I don't know if she means Africa or Asia. Maybe Antartica, but who needs dat one since it are just full of penguins.
Anyways, I had to go to da vetman today cuz all dese isshoes. Maybe I just don't want to live in a world where Trump might be president (after all, if Boston wuz too cold for me, I are pretty shure Canada are too, BOL BOL!) Anyways, speaking of eleckshun stuffs, I wanted to offishually endorse my pal Arty for Blogville mayor. I are shure all da pupses runnin would do a pawsome job, but Arty has been my pal da longest so I are endorsin him. Plus, dere are da whole Texas-California conneckshun, and his sisfur Dory are gonna be able to help him out since she has eggsperience. And his brofurs were me and Finley's dates to da Valentine's Day pawrade, so ya knew I had to endorse him.
And I's just tellin ya, dis endorsement wuz completely unsolicited and all dat. I just felt like doing it, and today I are doing what I feels like. Anyways, back to my day . . .
I slept on da way to da vet even though it are just a real short drive.
I even slept in da waitin room, even though there wuz a hyperactive beagle dood and guinea pigs (AKA VARMINTS) around.
Basically, it are not good. Da vet don't know for shure whether or not it are da degenerative myelopathy (da only real way to tell are an autopsy), but basically, whatefur it are, it are progressive and incurable. And momma are not interested in spending my last days running round to neurologists (unless she could be asshured dey really looked like Dr. McDreamy) and havin em run ten million tests. I's been one of her bestest friends for over 13 years, and she wants my story to have a better ending. I mean, we has been coast-to-coast together, mets famous peeps (has any of y'all been petted by multiple NFL players, an actor, a senator, and a Supreme Court justice??) Yeah, me and momma has had da bestest life together and she wanted to gimme da bestest day evah.
I gots to try chocolate!!! And OMD, I has been missin out my whole life! I know chocolate are "nod good pupses" and I wouldn't recommend any healthy pup eat it, but hey, no one should go to da Land of Infinite Bacon, Smashed Taters, and Eggie Weggies wifout tryin it. I hope dey has chocolate too.
I got so many hugs today. Momma and me wore pink, cuz on Wednesdays we wear pink. Duh.
We got Finley's momma to join in too. #YouCantSitWithUs
Den me and momma headed outside for some fun in da sun. Or snoozin in da sun as it wuz. Least for me.
Da sunshine on my furs shure felt good.
We even got Ally to come hang out in da backyard wif us!
My BFF wuz hangin out wif me too. She are gonna be da new Head of Securitees round dese parts. She does pretty good on rat-killin, but she are gonna need to step up on barkin. Ok, BFF??
And I went for one last ride on da S.S. Whitley.
I just laid down and let da cool water feel good. Sometimes, dat are da best.
Momma got on there wif me. She says it are gonna feel weird to not have a dog on da float wif her. She doesn't know if she'll ever have anudder terrierist dat luvs da water like me, we's kinda rare.
Den I laid in da sun to warm up and dry off.
Den it wuz time for some speshul treats. Did y'all notice I wuz wearin my ice cream dress earlier? And dat means one thing . . .
Ice cream! Da real kind too, not Frosty Paws!
Blue Bell, da best ice cream in da country . . .
Finley has somefin to learn bout lady-like eatin, BOL!
Dat ice cream wuz delishus.
Finley's daddy came home earlier to spend some eggstra time wif me.
Den it wuz STEAK for dinner! And not for everybody, just us pups. Da hoomans ate some kinda weird noodle stuffs wif shrimps and peppers and tangerines - whatefur. And OMD, why I has not been eatin steak everyday??? Delishusness!!
It shure wuz a good last dinner.
I's really tired now pals. So I just wanted to let ya know dat I are gonna be goin to da Land of Infinite Bacon, Smashed Taters, and Eggie Weggies tomorrow morning. I know I has lotsa pals waiting for me - my basset pals Delilah, Sam, and Hank, my kitteh pals Charlie, Maurice, and Jezebel, lotsa pals from blogging and Dogster, and maybe even a celebrity crush or two (I are really hopin to meet Barney Bush, we can bite reporters together). I's gonna write one more update tomorrow, den dis blog are gonna be quiet for a while. Until Next Dog comes along. Who are gonna be a terrierist gurl like me, ya can count on dat. After all, all dem cute dresses can't go to waste. In da meantimes, follow my brofur Travis over at Lone Star Cats and Finley to keep up wif how my family are doin. And ya can find my momma on da Book of Faces if ya likes dat thing.
I are gonna miss y'all, but don't be in any rush to join me, ok??
Keep on dancin pals.