A Baked Potato with Legs

I know, I know. Where have we been? Thereis only one excuse. Our Mother. Mum claims she has been busy with work, looking after her 90 year old Mum (who lives in assisted living near us), Church, knitting, life, etc with total disregard to our needs. Well isn't that just ducky!

 

Enough with Mum's many crosses she has to bear, let's dwell on me for a bit, shall we?

 

As you may remember, I have had two knee surgeries and an extensive plumbing repair. Because of the plumbing surgery I had to go on this special kibble to keep crystals from forming in my wee wee. What they do not put on the package is that one of the side effects of this food is massive weight gain. Seriously. We're not talking a pound or two, we are talking ten or fifteen, overnight. My vet refers to me as a baked potato with stick legs. This does nothing for my self-image issues. But Mum and Dad weighed the alternative (excuse the pun) and decided weight would be better than the horrendous surgery they put me through to remove the bladder crystals/stones. However, now we are dealing with me stumpers (see diagram above) and my knees who are having a tough time holding all this weight up. Mum is researching these issues and trying to find a happy medium. In the meantime I am being starved and am not allowed to play tug-of-war, fetch or any of my favorite games in order not hurt my knees.

 

Cooper, my brother who is now 15.5 years old, is fine. A couple of you were worried that maybe he was ill or better yet, dead. No such luck. He carries on and has entered a second puppyhood. He is almost totally deaf now and half way blind but he runs around like someone shot him full of happy drugs. His constantly happy attitude really grates on my nerves but I know if I sold him to a passing stranger Mum and Dad would spend scads of money finding him and I would be blamed.

 

And finally these are Mum's knitting projects. The first one is a Special Olympics scarf that my Aunt Emely organizes each year. Mum and a bunch of like-minded knitters knit each Special Olympian in our County who participates in the Winter Olympics a scarf to keep and wear. Each year the colors change. This year it is multi-colored. They are knitting 30 of these wooly wonders so Mum should be totally sick of the yarn by the time she hits her fourth or fifth scarf.

 

The bottom project is the start of a baby blanket for a cousin's baby that will be in college by the time Mum finishes the blankie. (Honestly, the woman has more projects on needles than Planters has peanuts!). I like the colors and have already pulled the project off the needles once and chewed on a skein of yarn. No need to thank me, I am happy to help Mum on these little projects.

 

Have a good weekend pals,

 

Love, Dozer