Too Much Fun for Mystic, as Usual


Mystic: It’s been awhile. As I mentioned last time, my leg was bothering me after we came home from the dog park last time. Mom made me “take it easy” which I, of course, had a hard time listening. C’mon I’m only 2 and need to run around. It slowly got better and after about, forever (a week) we finally went on another walk. Well, I woke up the next morning sore, again, and was limping around. It really didn’t bother me that much, I was still running around and eating like my usual self but mom decided to take me to the vet to be on the safe side. So off to the vet we went….

So a few days ago we went to the vet…. I get excited about going. And I don’t get alone time with mom very often, even if it’s just the vet, I still enjoy it. So we get there and do the usual routine, check in, step on the black square (little did I know that black square and I would have future issues) get treats, have people tell me I’m cute, the usual. So we sit, and wait, and wait, and wait. I don’t mind the waiting as much as mom, I get to look at all the other puppies as they come and go. Mom says I get too excited but I am just trying to be friendly and greet everyone. Mom says her hand gets sore from holding my leash so tight, I don’t understand why she can’t just let go so I can play! Not everyone thinks I am nice though, I am just vocal and some people think I sound mean and they worry about their dogs and that I might hurt them. So finally, to moms relief, we get called back.

I know the drill by now. Poking and more poking. Then the vet comes in, more poking. He laid me on the table, which scared me, but mom talked to me and calmed me down. After what seemed like forever the Dr decided…..

The Dr decided to start out with; we will hold off on Xrays (unsure what that is but I don’t want to find out) but I can only do very limited activity for two weeks, take medicine to help with inflammation and I have to go on a diet. No biggie right? Wrong, very wrong.

I didn’t really understand any of that meant but found out very quickly. Mom has her work cut out trying to limit my activity. I mean I love to run around the house, up and down the stairs, run in the yard with Ruca, and now I’m not suppose to do any of it. I am also on a “weight management food” and am on a much stricter diet which I also quickly realized I dislike. But mom assures me it is for the best, I think she’s crazy. Dad tries to feed me scraps here and there but if mom sees; she puts a stop to it. I think it’s going to be a long road, mom agrees.

So please cross your fingers and paws my leg starts to feel better soon.


Finally Summer Weather and Dog Park Shenanigans


It is finally starting to feel like summer.

Ruca: Over the weekend I heard the words I haven’t heard in a long time, “Dog Park”. The second I knew where we were going I couldn’t contain my excitement. Unfortunately for mom, my excitement lasted the whole trip there. We are still “training” so on the ride to the park mom decided half way there to put on my correction collar. The second she put that on I knew I better be good, mom said the rest of the ride was “a little bit” more peaceful.

Anyway, once we got there I had so much fun! This park is special, there are a few areas of water for us to play in! It was a warm day, so it was much needed. I was hesitant to get in the water at first, but then didn’t want to get out after I realized how good it felt! Mystic did a lot more swimming than me, I stuck close to mom and if I did go out it wasn’t for long. If I was having fun swimming, how am I able to make sure mom is safe? Speaking of mom, she doesn’t bring a ball to the park anymore, she gets made because I don’t want to share and then scare all the other dogs away. Even though she didn’t bring a ball for me, I sniffed one out, goes to show her. I made sure to be good though, I wasn’t “assertive” to any dogs, plus mom and dad do a pretty good job of making me feel safe and keeping me out of situations I don’t like.

I am enjoying the beautiful weather (clearly) and hopefully another trip to the dog park is in the near future.


Ruca: When I couldn’t reach my ball Mystic would swim out and get it for me, who would of thought she had a nice side. 🙂


Mystic: Like Ruca said, we had so much fun at the park! I LOVE love LOVE the water. Mom and dad set up a pool for me in the back yard sometimes, but that is nothing compared to the park. I got to chase other dogs in the water, splash on the beach, play in the mud and swim after Ruca’s ball. She is too scared to swim all the way out, typical Ruca, so I swam out and got it when she couldn’t reach it. Because I am not scared of anything, besides the vacuum and plastic bags, but those are obviously one of the most frightening things around, isn’t everyone scared of the vacuum and plastic bags?

I must of ran too hard and enjoyed myself too much because after we got home I woke up from a long nap and my leg was sore so I was limping. Mom was worried about me and said she didn’t get a very good night sleep. It is slowly getting better and I am limping a lot less so mom is going to keep watching it and if it doesn’t get better a trip to the vet it is. So fingers and paws crossed that is continues to get better. Mom says we need to take it easy for a few days, but I think she forgets I am still a “puppy” and have lots of energy. Despite my leg being sore I still make sure to chase all of the squirrels out of the yard and attempt to run around and play with Ruca. Just cause my leg is a little sore doesn’t mean I can’t still have fun, right?

We hope everyone is enjoying their summer!