Everyone loves spring. It is finally nice to get outside and enjoy the
world. We had an early spring, an easy melt and things are staring to grow. Visitors appear in the yard, some I don't mind, other are my mortal enemies. Those who feed me, like to see this guy to the right, a spring Robin. He doesn't bother me I see him in the yard all the time. Now there are some other guys who have show up here every year they tell me i just don't like them. There is something inside of me that doesn't like these characters, they call them Mallards. I stalk them, get close, then burst after them. They take off, but I have shown them who is boss. As I say, just something inside I
don't like about them. There is a pond that forms in the front of the yard. Some years the duck can swim front the front to the back. Not this year, and I make sure they are not comfortable. So they seem now to have left the yard. The other good part about spring is when we go to
the park for a walk there are a lot more buddies to play with. These guys are fun, they are puppies, so sometimes they try my patience. But they listen to me pretty well when I tell them to settle down Beavis. When did I become the grumpy old man that must have rules. Spring also means vet time. I have a couple more bumps. Same thing as the other, Lipomas, not a problem, but just something to be watched. 1cm in length so we have to watch it. The one who feeds me has been looking on the Internet. She was thinking of something she read about, the 'Raw" diet. The Vet said that she wouldn't suggest it. She gets concerned about Salmonella, not for me, apparently I am find, but I can pass it to humans and the preoaration has to be very careful. We do get a lot of visits from my extended pack mates, so it is probably not a good thing in a busy household. I did a bit of a raw diet
yesterday. Found a really nice deer leg in the woods and was chomping down on it. They took it away. I have found the same leg
about three times so far, so I will find it again. Oh yes of course, I am too fat. Fat, fat water rat. So I am eating calorie reduced rocks. I don't care, I eat anything and it doesn't bother me. Vet says I'm 104, I was 102, she figures 90 would be good. A 90 pound weakling, the other puppies will kick sand in my face. Actually the Vet said I had great muscle tone, so I get enough exercise, just want to lose a layer of fat around my chest. They want those ribs to show on a Weim. Actually no one cares what I look like, they just want a bit less strain on my knees. As I say, I don't care I eat what thy give me.
world. We had an early spring, an easy melt and things are staring to grow. Visitors appear in the yard, some I don't mind, other are my mortal enemies. Those who feed me, like to see this guy to the right, a spring Robin. He doesn't bother me I see him in the yard all the time. Now there are some other guys who have show up here every year they tell me i just don't like them. There is something inside of me that doesn't like these characters, they call them Mallards. I stalk them, get close, then burst after them. They take off, but I have shown them who is boss. As I say, just something inside I 
don't like about them. There is a pond that forms in the front of the yard. Some years the duck can swim front the front to the back. Not this year, and I make sure they are not comfortable. So they seem now to have left the yard. The other good part about spring is when we go to 
the park for a walk there are a lot more buddies to play with. These guys are fun, they are puppies, so sometimes they try my patience. But they listen to me pretty well when I tell them to settle down Beavis. When did I become the grumpy old man that must have rules. Spring also means vet time. I have a couple more bumps. Same thing as the other, Lipomas, not a problem, but just something to be watched. 1cm in length so we have to watch it. The one who feeds me has been looking on the Internet. She was thinking of something she read about, the 'Raw" diet. The Vet said that she wouldn't suggest it. She gets concerned about Salmonella, not for me, apparently I am find, but I can pass it to humans and the preoaration has to be very careful. We do get a lot of visits from my extended pack mates, so it is probably not a good thing in a busy household. I did a bit of a raw diet 
yesterday. Found a really nice deer leg in the woods and was chomping down on it. They took it away. I have found the same leg about three times so far, so I will find it again. Oh yes of course, I am too fat. Fat, fat water rat. So I am eating calorie reduced rocks. I don't care, I eat anything and it doesn't bother me. Vet says I'm 104, I was 102, she figures 90 would be good. A 90 pound weakling, the other puppies will kick sand in my face. Actually the Vet said I had great muscle tone, so I get enough exercise, just want to lose a layer of fat around my chest. They want those ribs to show on a Weim. Actually no one cares what I look like, they just want a bit less strain on my knees. As I say, I don't care I eat what thy give me.
