Visit to the Vet

Today I went to the veterinarian for my yearly checkup and boosters. I tell you, I get to see a lot of that guy because Mom's such a stickler for those kinds of things. It's not too bad, though. Doc seems to laugh alot when I'm in the room. Anyway, I got a good checkup, and he even did an ECG reading on my heart to make sure I had one in there and it was working the way it should. We got to bring a printout home.

I also got a cool bandana when we finished, because I'd been good and sat still on the table. And, of course, a doggy biscuit. I know where he hides the treats so I went to the desk and sat pretty until they gave me one.


I made some friends in the waiting room. There was Maggie the Beagle, Chingy the Pekingese, and then there was Leah. I had a hard time figuring out just what she was, until her owner called her a Labradoodle. Huh? Anyway, she was pretty and friendly and I made puppy-dog eyes at her. I think she liked me back.

Then it was time to leave. I told Mom to hurry and load up! I love riding shotgun.

We took the long way home because riding in the pickup is my most favorite thing in the whole world. I got so excited that I drooled in someone's purse (sorry Mom).

All in all, it was a great day. I think Glynn missed me, she got real excited to see me come home. Cap said he didn't much care one way or another, just as long as we let him snooze.

Have a great weekend, friends!

Thanks, Friends!

Thanks to all my terrier friends for the encouragement. I'm a bit slow at this blogging thing, but I've had loads of emails offering support and advice. Wow, I can't go wrong with this much help (we hope!).

The thunderstorms this week have made the ground soggy, just right for digging. My Boy is waiting for things to dry out so he can mow the lawn. I try to stay out of the way when that happens. How can one small boy make so much noise? At least I know it won't happen today. The thunder is rolling outside and getting closer as I type. Good day to stay indoors with Mom.

My Boy's Poem

I'm thrilled (and humbled) that My Boy wrote a poem about me for a school assignment. It's been published in a hard cover book, too! Here it is:

My Dog, Tell

I got a present from my mother.

It was better than a brother.

It's a puppy I call William Tell.

He was the last one the breeder would sell.
He has little black polk-a-dots,
He chases squirrels and barks at rocks.
He is my dog.
I love him lots.
My silly little dog with spots.

He describes me pretty good, too, except for the silly part. Who's silly? Anyway, Mom bought a copy so we can all read it together. I like hearing my name.