Hello from Thrawn

Hi Everyone

Mom said lots of people have been emailing and posting asking how I am so thought I'd give you the 411. I feel better than I did last weekend, a lot. I mean, I'm not running a marathon but that's stupid anyway so who cares? I haven't felt like pacing as much as before but I still do a little and I've only been stuck in corners a few times this week. That's better than before but she still looks really worried.

I am going to see Dr. Bill on Monday and I'm spending the whole day there. I like that a lot but riding in the car is not so much fun anymore. It's hard to get in and then I can't seem to hold on well when Mario Andretti there goes around corners and slams the brakes all the time.

One kind of cool thing about being sick is that I'm not really getting in trouble but she keeps saying I AM trouble. Mom had to get out of the bathtub three times last night to see what I was doing because maybe a few things made loud noises and worried her. Like I accidently knocked the bottle of bleach off the ledge (it didn't spill)...and then she heard me eating some fake grapes I found that fell off a Christmas decoration and went under the furniture. I blame that on her, it's April for Dog's sake. She should have cleaned up that crap months ago. I also managed to give her nice pretty cell phone some Husky tattoos - who would have thought it would have marked up so nicely with just a few little love nibbles? Sweeeeeet. I've pretty much decided to try to eat anything I find that could possibly taste good so I heard that the house is getting "Husky-proofed" tomorrow, whatever that means. She needs to get a life instead of worrying about what I'm doing all the time.

Oh and you know those stupid rubber backed mats she's ruined my house with? Just for fun I've been picking a different one each day and peeing on it. This way she doesn't know which one till she steps in it with her socks on and then she has to scrub it down outside. The next day she brings it back in just to find another one has been christened and she has to start all over again. He he...I love her lots but this is just too good of a time.

I hear we're changing foods again tomorrow because of the other dogs getting sick. It makes me mad the humans aren't protecting us. I'm hoping she cracks and just serves us roast everyday. A Husky can dream...

Going to scavenge for food - Thrawn

PS. I posted this stupid pic so you can see I CAN lay ON the bed, but I don't care for it. That's why I look disgruntled.