Too Cold for Me -- Way tooooo Cold

The cold is running straight through me, every time I get to go outside.  I'm a tough one and I still try to go, go, go.  But the cold is once again telling my doggie senses, "Danger! You must not stay out in this storm of falling temperature.  Seek shelter!"  Thankfully, Faith took a camera with us on our walk last week, when we had one beautiful day with 50 degree weather.  We walked and walked and walked.  Maybe seeing her random pics (I'm often unsure when she takes time to look at things other than the dirt, trees, hydrants, and trash bags that call to me with their wild smells) will remind me of our wonderfully warm time together and that heat will arrive once again . . . I hope . . . I hope . . . I hope . . .  

Faith stood at this one for a long time.  She seemed to be contemplating something about her world and bumps.

I don't care about soap but it seems Tuesday and Wednesdays are THE days to get them free all around Sunnyside.

I tried to go in this neighboring building - someone was cooking meat!

I did love this crazy bush that was lit from the inside and didn't have a cage around it, so I could explore to my satisfaction.

I'm Disgusted!

Well, I was going to post this myself, after what George told me on our walk today, but I see he wrote about it in his note* to Faith, so here's the story:

"The weather was actually very nice for a long walk.  Hiked down Greenpoint Avenue to the shores of Brooklyn.  I told Madge about the history of pollution of the Newtown Creek, and pointed out the waste treatment facilities and oil refinement that leaked into the ground for several decades.  Madge was disgusted!  It was cold and windy, but the sun was hot and Madge was very happy and energetic.  --George"

And let me tell you, George read my expression perfectly!  Pollution is a real bummer.  Also, I did have lots of fun -- long walks are the best!

*George and Lesley leave Faith notes on how things went on our walks.  While I'm just happy writing keeps them in the apartment a little longer, the notes seem to make Faith smile a lot at the end of what seems to recently be pretty tiring and hard days.

Big Week: Ice, Teeth, and My Butt

Faith likes to tell long stories (I see some of you nodding vehemently out there!), but I prefer quick & dirty versions.  For instance, here's the short & not-so-sweet of my week so far:

1 - Sunday, I started licking my butt, and I don't ever do this, so Faith took me to the vet on Monday.  Fast forward to me staying overnight, and the next morning taking a drug-induced nap while Dr. Weltz (a kind man) lanced an abscess under my tail. I feel much better now; Faith keeps putting hot compresses on my butt and giving me some super tasty pills.

2 - Today, when we went for our morning walk, we got a big surprise as we stepped onto the sidewalk at the park.  It looked perfectly normal but suddenly we began a slow slide downhill.  The concrete was covered with 2 inches of completely transparent ICE!  We both stayed on our feet, but it took us a while to figure out how to scoot over to the street again.

3 - Finally, tonight after a super-slushy and short evening walk (I'm still sleepy from my recent anesthesia hit), I attended to my nightly dental hygiene.  Seafood flavored paste!  Yum!