A Couple of Things

Hi pups, Eva here today. Sorry we haven't been posting more, but dad has been very busy with work and his supposed "Big Project" and doing other projects around here. We think those are pretty weak excuses, but what can we do? No dog park and only a walk every other day. Lazy humans.

I am SOOO bored.

Poor neglected Tasha

Anyway, last week was a little scary for me. On Monday, May 28 my humans put some flea and tick repellent on me and Tasha. The label said to put some at the base of the neck, the middle of the back, and at the base of the tail. On Tuesday before she left for work, mom said I was acting weird. When dad got home I was carrying my butt low and holding my tail off to the right. Dad was really worried about me so off to the V-E-T we went. I was scared because Tasha didn't come with us. The vet couldn't find anything wrong with me (he checked my anal glands! Not fun for man or beast!). He suggested bathing me to wash off the flea and tick treatment. NOT ANOTHER BATH!! But, yes, it was unavoidable. Dad was also supposed to take my temperature every few hours. HA HA HA!!! Mom was out of town so dad would have had to grow a third arm for that to happen! One to hold under my belly, one to hold my tail, and one to do the dirty deed. DID NOT HAPPEN! Mom did some research about my delicate European Princess skin. After all, I am a Belgian Tervuren, and according to lots of sources, we can be very sensitive to chemicals. When she got home on Thursday, I got ANOTHER bath with Dawn dish washing detergent. I felt better after that and I am now back to my normal energetic and bouncy self! So no more over-the-counter flea and tick stuff for me.

Now I have a question for all you pups. Mom and dad think its time for me to retire my tennis ball. You might remember from this post that I play with only one ball. Here is a picture of my ball shortly after dad dug it out of the ice this spring.

Then last week while I was uncomfortable, Maggie came to stay for a couple of days while her family was out of town. You might remember our friend Maggie from this post at the dog park.
Maggie May
This is what my ball looked like before Maggie got to it.
She got my ball and had the cloth part in her mouth and whipped it back and forth, over and over again and dad couldn't get it away from her. So this is what my ball looks like now.

I still love playing with this ball. Dad says it has no aerodynamic properties and floats like a knuckle ball. I have absolutely no idea what that means, but I LOVE MY BALL!! I don't want to give it up. What do you pups think? Is it time to say goodbye to a ball that I had last fall, lost in a snow bank for most of the winter, and joyously found again this spring? Am I holding on too hard? Such a dilemma. Belly Rubs, Eva.