Well, I's made it. I's arrived at da Land of Infinite Bacon, Smashed Taters, and Eggie Weggies. And guess what pals, da Nilla supply are UNLIMITED and I smell a steak on da grill too. And I are seein so many friends - da ones I knew in real life and da ones I only knew from da internets. And I arrived just in time for da Cinco de Mayo pawty - so bring on da tacos, enchiladas, cervezas, and of course da margaritas. Fur some reason, I gots a feelin dat my momma are gonna be hittin da tequila bottle hard today.
I did not "go quietly into dat good nite." I fought it. What would ya eggspect, I'm a terrierist and we is tuff to da end. And nobody likes a needle poke, am I right? Plus, da vetman shaved a lil bit of my leggy furs - what da woof dude??? But dey's all back now, so I guess I forgives him for it. Anyways, I yelped, hey, I wuz finally vocalizin like myself again. Den I just kept on breathin after da first shot - us terrierists know how to fight. Or maybe since da vetman wuz doin it by weight, he wuzn't accounting for all dat steak, bacon, eggie weggies, and Nillas in my tummy. And maybe a couple eggstra pounds or two. BOL. Anyways, after da second shot, I finally made my way there.
Last nite wuz tuff. I wuz pantin for hours and wheezin. I wuz just not havin a good time. Even when momma put on my favorite movie, Oklahoma, for me, I wuz still pantin. And drinkin water like a camel gettin ready to cross da Arid-zona desert or somefins. Momma finks I had some udder isshoes going on - we'll never know and it doesn't matter now.
Momma managed to stop cryin long enuf to take dis picture wif me. We wuz bestest friends, I hope Finley are gonna do a good job of watchin out for her until Next Dog gets here. I don't think I can trust Travis, he'd probably be distracted by bacon or somefin - he's a sweet cat, but I's not shure I trust him for securitee work.
Da mommas all wore pink for me. It wuz my "signature color" as dey said in Legally Blonde. Plus it are a happy color, and I wuz always a happy girl.
Speshully when being luved on by my peeps.
A few last cuddles.
Finley's momma made me da most speshulist brekkyfast today. Scrambly eggie weggies and tons of BACON! Finley got some too, but I got more bacon. Cuz I's speshul like dat.
Yum yum yum.
We rode wif da convertible top down to da vet. And it wuz a pretty sunshiney day, momma said it wuz perfect for me since I wuz her sunshine girl.
Dis are my last pickshure. I wuz a smily girl to da end. Ok, I wuz pantin, but I wuz smilin too. I even had a pretty towel to lie on wif a big ol hurricane glass on it - I are pretty shure dat da vet techs know me and momma well! And I got to say goodbye to my friends there - Star, Wendy, Jackie, and Dr. Shawn.
As I said yesterday, dis blog are gonna be quiet for a while. Until Next Dog gets here. Den she are gonna takeover - da name will change, but we'll let y'all know in advance. And yeah, we already know it are gonna be a she - someone has got to wear all my pretty dresses I left behind, and it ain't gonna be a Bruce/Caitlyn situayshun (not dat dere are anything wrong wif dat if dat's what you's into), even if my momma are named Kim and too fond of selfies, we ain't da Kardashians. Her butt are too small. Anyways, my momma will be readin your blogs, but it'll be my kitty brofur Travis who are commenting as Lone Star Cats. So if ya sees a sassy orange tabby talkin smack on your blogs, yup, it are him. Feel free to bark at him, he'll meyowl right back at ya. My twitter and instagram are also gonna be quiet until Next Dog inherits em. And ya can also find my momma on da Book of Faces - she changed it to usin her real name now since usin my name felt wrong now dat I'm not here anymore.