Spike Jones’ protesting Spike Lee
Spike Jones is concerned that Spike Lee is suing Spike TV over use of the name “Spike.” My dog agrees, and is suggesting I contact Spike TV in support, next. He also thinks he should be the Spike TV mascot.
Spike, the doggie host
Pepper came over to see Spike last night. Spike was quite the host. First he humped Pepper (I’ve never seen him do that before!) and then he peed on the carpet. Twice. Which makes him almost as good a host as I am. 🙂 I love my dog.
I think I should send Mark Ryden a picture of Spike. With his huge eyes, I think he would fit right into one of his paintings.
My friend Karl got married
My friend Karl got married on Friday to Maggie (also a friend) and they had a fun reception at Oak Hill.
I had a fun week with Spike. I’m at work right now, and I miss him. I can’t wait to go home and play with him. He’s so cute.
Doggie News
Spike went to the vet today. He got his first shot, and he got flea medicine. He also got some gluecose, because he has low blood sugar, which is common for tiny doggies. That’s why they shiver even when it’s not cold. He just has to have glucose three times a day at meals. Fortunately, it’s pretty easy to give to him. He’s sleeping now because he’s all worn out from the shot. We have to go back to the vet in three weeks. The vet also told me how to make a little doggie sweater for him, because he’s too small to wear the extra small size.
My Precious New Baby
Tonight after work I get to bring my brand new puppy Spike home. I think I have everything ready. We’ve got: kennel, baby gates, collar, leash, tie-up line for outside, puppy chow, canned puppy food, puppy biscuits, training treats, nylabones, chew bones, a kong toy, a stuffed hippo, a brush, a fine-tooth comb, puppy shampoo, tons of newpaper, cleaning supplies. I still need to buy a doggy bed, but I didn’t like the ones I saw, so I’ll shop for that today. And we have a vet appointment. Yup, I think I’m ready.
What a good boy!
Photo Set: Our Pets
Missing Idgie, and visiting Spike
Whenever I’m home, I hear a noise, and think it’s Idgie. I start to look around, and then I remember. When I walk in the door after work, I open the door and say, “I’m home!” to the cat. I didn’t realize I did that every day until last night when I did it, and nobody came running. This is freaking me out.
I went over yesterday and played with Spike. He’s way too little to come home with me, but Jim, the guy who’s giving him to me, wants me to take him next Monday. That freaks me out worst than I’m already freaked out, because he’s too small to be away from his mom, and I don’t want to leave him alone all day. I want him, but I’m scared to death I’ll screw up and he’ll get sick or something. I think I’m going to try to take a week of vacation when I first bring him home so he can get used to me and the house.
