The Hospital!

Sailor here.
I am in the hospital. Not the horse-pital; I am not a horse. The dog-hospital. Except there are cats here, too. But more dogs than cats.
I am here because I am sick. Mom says I might have something called MG. It stands for something I can't spell. Or say. But it sounds rude, like My Ass Gravity.
I don't much like it here.
It all started when Mom took me to Dr. Karen because I couldn't walk very well. My rear end was weak, it hurt, I was unhappy. Dr. Karen took pictures of me. I didn't much like that. She gave Mom medicine for me. It didn't much help. I hurt.
So Mom called Dr. Karen back and she told Mom to take me to another place, the hospital where I am now. The doctor there took more pictures of me. I didn't much like that. But they gave me medicine that made me sleepy and not hurt. And it made me a bit goofy. I didn't mind that part.
I am living here now. I am in a cage. On some blankets. With a pillow. I don't much like my cage.
I drool. I can't walk or stand up. I can sit up, though. But not for long. I don't much like that.
I am getting other medicine that is supposed to help me stand and walk. It isn't working yet. I don't much like that, either.
Mom visits. Today she fed me real chicken. I liked that. Then she tried to feed me something that she says was dog food but really wasn't. I didn't much like it. I spit it out. Ptui! All the way across my cage. Mom laughed and then brought me more chicken. I liked that. Much. And she gave me water. She says that I can have all the room service I want.
The people who live with me here are nice, but they do rude things to my read end, especially when I have to pee. Because I can't stand. I don't much like that. They take my temperature, too. I really don't like that.
I with I could go home with Mom, but Mom says I have to stay until the medicine works. I wish Mom could stay with me.
But she can't. She has Jib and Zoe to feed. But she left me her T-shirt so my cage smells like Mom. It makes me not so much not like it here.
Mom says she will be back tomorrow and every day I am here.
I really want to go home.

Sleepover again!

Jib here.

The oldest GrandGirl is having a sleepover.

She came in time for dinner. Her dinner, not mine.

Mom and Ellie ate pizza.

Ellie kept saying, "Leave It!" to me.

This may not be as much fun as I thought....

Supper!

Sailor here.
Mom did it again.
She made the sun go to bed earlier than usual.
She did this by fiddling with all our clocks.
And do you know what this means?
Tummy Time is earlier, too!
Hooray for Mom!!!!

Carrots!

Jib here.

She feeds me carrots!!!

Sleepover!

Jib here.

Bat is here!

She drops food. She picks it up. She eats it.

She mops the floor.

She dances and prances.

She leaps!

She barks!

She is just like me!

Sleepover!

Sailor here.

Bat is here. She is here alone. Just Bat.

Mom calls her Bat, but her name is really Elisabeth.

Bat calls Mom "Grammy."

She leaps! She spins! She laughs!

Jib is beside himself with joy.

He hopes the Boybee will come next.

Whiz!

Jib here.

Mom took me in the little car.

That's because the dog car is at the car vet. In the hospital.

Mom says it is being fixed from last week. When there was a big BUMP! And when Mom said what she politely calls "words of one syllable."

So Mom took me in the little car.

Wow!

Dogs whizzed by. People whizzed by. And cars! And people!! And more dogs!!!

Mom told me to settle, but I didn't. Because people whizzed by! And dogs!!

And every time they stopped whizzing and slowed down, I barked. Then I plopped onto the floor.

Coming home, though, I figured it out.

If I lie down on the seat, I don't end up on the floor.