It wasn’t fair that I woke him from a sound sleep.  He was on his back, all four feet in the air, snoring to beat the band when I poked my finger into the crate and tickled his back foot.

“Want to go for a ride in the car?”  (No, I didn’t tell him we were going to the Vet’s office.)

He jumped awake all ready to go.  I don’t know why he loves going for a ride since it usually is to the Vet’s office.

Soon we were seated in the waiting room with him trying to make himself very small so he could hide under the seat.  It never works, but he still tries every time we’re there.

Blood drawn, shots done,  and soon he’s happily waiting in the car for me to pay the bill.  Another check up done–he’s fine.

You all have a good one.

    I’ve heard of so many Bull Terriers dying over the past couple of weeks that it breaks my heart.  It also make me worry more and more about my sweet pups.  Gavin is now ten going on eleven and Patty is somewhere around the seven or eight year mark.

     Right now, Gavin has a very sore paw because he cracked another claw lengthwise…again.  He’s done this for what seems like forever.  He has always the weirdest claws of any BT I ever had or knew.

      Of course, we are spoiling him rotten, and doing our best to make him more comfortable.  As a typical Bullie he’s taking full advantage of the situation.

     You all have a good one!

“I is keeping my sore footie elevated…would you please cover me so I can nap?”