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Better. . . and Some Olympic DREAM Racing

My foot is a lot better this morning. Mommy told me to STAY OFF the couch and NOT jump down from anything. This will be hard as I am a pretty independent type of PUG. But since NOT doing those things made my foot better, I guess I will not DO them, like she said. I absolutely HATE being incapacitated in any way . . . but at least the "pootie" (paw and foot) feels better and that makes me feel a lot better. Thank you EVERYPUGGY for your good wishes.

You may not be able to tell in this photo, but I am SWIMMING along with the US swim team. This particular event was the 100m Breaststroke along with Lily King. It was a close race, I tell you. I am not a particularly strong swimmer but I can hold my own against PUGS of my size. I was very much rooting for LK, though. She was AWESOME in that race.

My next event, which is not shown in this photo dream sequence, was the 200m Butterfly. This was the race featuring Michael Phelps and Chad le Clos - arch rivals. Last time these two met, le Clos edge MP out for the win. Well, with a little help from YOURS TRULY, MP placed first in the SEMIFINALS to gain a good berth for the finals. I am working on some MOJO for that race and hopefully we will see another GOLD MEDAL to Mr Phelps.

These OLYMPICS are fun but NOT NEARLY as fun as the Pawlympics. Today's the FOURTH day of action. Check out Sarge's calendar for the schedule of events.

Toughing It Out

My Monday Pose

I hurt my paw some how. I am not sure what happened nor when, even. I just started limping and falling on my face when I got up from my bed. Clearly my foot is hurting me but not to the point of yelping. Mommy even pressed on the bones to see if maybe there was something stuck in my food OR a broken bone. She figured there were no broken bones because I did not react at all when she pressed on it.

I managed to get into a bit of mischief yesterday. The FIRST totally was not my fault. I was lounging on Mommy's lap when she said her knee was starting to hurt and I would have to get down. I looked at her like she was a loon so she put down her knitting and lifted me up. Well, I MIGHT have squirmed some because she lost her grip on me and dropped me from about 2 feet up. We both gasped about it and she promptly picked me up to check for injuries. I was fine, though, just a little caught off-guard. We laughed at our silliness.

Then I jumped off the kitchen level rather than take the 2 steps and MIGHT have jarred my foot. I was more concerned with the noggin knock I got when I careened into the wall. But I was fine, nothing hurt, nothing broken.

Later on, while Mommy and Aunt B were making dinner, I was doing my usual VELCRO-PUG routine and stuck close to their legs in hopes of catching a scrap or two. I MIGHT have accidentally tripped Aunt B one or two times, I can't recall. But I still showed no signs of an owie. It was not until much much later that Mommy noticed I was not putting any weight on my left paw. We put our heads together and could not come up with a single incident where I could have been injured.

She is keeping an eye on me and if she doesn't see any improvement soon, we will be heading to the vet to get it checked out. Pugsonally I think it is nothing to worry about. It improved overnight and I am not in any obvious pain. But that is a worry too since loss of limb function is frequently a sign of a brain disorder.

I feel fine, though, and I think there is nothing to worry about. I'll let you know what happens.

Ready to Party With The World at the PAWLYMPICS, , ,

I'm ON THE TRACK and ready to enjoy the PAWLYMPICS. How much fun is this? Every couple of years the whole world gathers around their television sets and watches the greatest athletes in the world compete. It is a time of good will and fun. I pugsonally love love love it.

Check out Christmas' blog for the opening ceremonies. He looks so handsome carrying the torch, Ahem. . . and there are so many Blogville residents participating. . . If I wasn't wrapped up in SOMEONE'S work (her excuse not mine) then I would totally participate in something like LONG DISTANCE NAPPING or SHADOW BARKING. Those are my specialties.

And be sure to check out Sarge's calendar for links to ALL of the PAWLYMPICS events.

I don't have a lot on tap this weekend . . . picking up poop with Mommy (I find, she picks up) and SUPERVISING house cleaning. I don't care because it means both of my Mommys will be HOME with ME.

Have a super weekend and enjoy the PAWLYMPICS.

A Walkie Down Memory Lane

Me at 4 months old

Me at almost 7 years old

I think I am handling TIME very well.

Fait Accompli - Or Something Like That

Yesterday's post went a long way toward making my Mommy feel guilty. She is hard move - she is so sure of herself that she seldom feels guilty. But I slaved and slaved away at that POEM and at the end of the day - I got extra cuddles and treats. GUILT scores! Mission Accomplished!

So the story is, she left me at HOME for almost 5 FULL days in order to go to that place I cannot go to (in reality, pets are not permitted there) . . .

I knew something was up the night before when Mommy #2 pulled out her green Hawaiian print bag. She uses it when she goes on short trips. Now if she pulls out the BLUE bag with a bone on it, then I know I am going along on the trip. But she did not and I have to admit my mood went from curious to sad. My normally curly tail lost its curl as well.

It stayed like that the whole 5 days, according to Aunt T who stayed home. There are only TWO instances that make my tail lose its curl - extreme TIRED or very very SAD.

But this is all ancient history now as BOTH of my Mommys have returned and all is well. EXCEPT I think something is up with Mommy #1. There is a big big plastic bin with a lid in Mommy's room. In it she is putting in stuff like a desk lamp . . . towels. . . new comforter. . . I can't imagine what's going on. I just know that I am not going to like it much.

I Sat By The Door . . .

The first evening I sat by the door

And I wondered why you were home so Late

The next day I woke up alone

And I wondered where you had gone so Early

That night I snuggled by the Closed door

And I wondered if tonight YOU would open it

The next two days played out the same

At the door I stayed and stayed - Hoping

On day Five I believed that this was my new World

I struggled hard to decide my Future

But I could not imagine how Life would be

If there was no longer YOU and ME

The Fifth night I sat by the door and cried

But then it Opened and it was YOU I spied