Mozzie’s Journal:

Today was a good day. Mom used this tool to help me get on the chaise lounge of the couch and I stopped whining about life. The freedom, coziness, and familiarity of the couch was exactly what I needed. I napped for nearly 6 hours on and off in this position.

Then, I woke up with a TON of energy. So I tried to play with Kita and the next thing I know Mom is giving me a bully stick. For no reason! I just got one without having to do anything extra good or special tricks! Then, every time I tried to play with Kita, I got a toy or a reward or something. So now I keep trying to play with Kita because obviously the lesson is that by trying to play I get a treat.

The dog across the street keeps peeing on the corners of my driveway and I have to pee there to mark it as mine. Before the cone was present, Mom and I walked down to the bottom of the driveway everyday and she let me pee everywhere I wanted. Now, I’m on the leash and I have to go where she tells me to go. It’s so humiliating to be 5 and have your mom demand that you “go potty” for the entire neighborhood to hear. I don’t go on command, Mom, and I’m not your canine slave who just goes when told. I have thoughts and feelings and I want to pee where I want to pee, not where YOU want me to pee, MOM! My life is not for you to dictate! God!

Sharon’s Journal:

Ah, we have hit the restless stage. And he has already figured out that I will distract him with treats and toys anytime he seems restless so…now he’s always restless.

I used our GingerLead to lift him up on the couch which nearly took my shoulders out. So…no more of that. I’ll tell him tomorrow.