Holy Moly! It's Been a Busy Weekend!

Whew! Whatta weekend. I been super busy this whole weekend and I'm completely wiped out! I'm typing this as I'm passed out on the couch, so please forgive me if I have alot of typos.

It's hard to type upside down...

Grady had his 2nd radiation on Wednesday. Everything went well and the doc said he doesn't think Grady will have any reactions to his treatments. So, so far so good. The big lump on his shoulder from his biopsy looks like it's getting smaller, so maybe I can punch him soon and he won't cry like a Sissy La-La again. Here are some pics the lady bean took of his one week post 1st and 2nd radiation whatever. I dunno why she keeps taking pics....it's not like she can see the tumor with that camera. She needs a CT Scan to do it and Ms Kitty is too much of a brat to offer to help. Why do they keep her around anyway?

Front view...

On Thursday, the other special doctor called about Grady's options for keemotherapy....ah, crap....chemotherapy. She said Grady would need 6 treatments of something called Lomustine and it could make him very sick. It could hurt his liver (but I'd eat it even if it hurt him, I like liver ya know!), his kidney or make his blood go bad. That sounds kinda rough and the hoomans had to talk it out and got worried again. I tried to lick their faces to make em feel better, but again...they made me stop. Something about I lick weird places and they don't want that on their faces. Weird places? Who me? Atleast I don't go tee-tee in the giant white waterbowl in the bathroom! Gross!

Anyway, they said that the doctor told there is a chance it could make Grady feel better longer, but then again....it could not. Especially if it will make him so sick, I don't see how that makes his Hissy tumor feel better? But, what do I know?

So, over the weekend, they talked it out and I think they decided not to do it. I'm glad they decided this cuz I don't wanna see Grady get so sick either. But, they said they want to try to find some good hole istic? holistic stuff to help him feel better for longer. They may even talk to another special doctor to see what she says.

Grady gets all the special doctors. What do I get?

Besides, I'm Queen Dumbass! I should be getting all the special doctors too ya know!

Anyway, their decision was hard to make and I know the hoomans talked about it for a long time. It made them so upset, but I dunno know why....I talked to Grady and he said he didn't wanna be sick either. But Mom bean told Grady she would never let them hurt him and would make sure he is always safe and happy.

Then she sealed that promise with a kiss.

Which Grady thought was weird. He said girls have kooties and wish they'd stop tryin to kiss him!

Anyway, so Friday was the lady beans birthday. She took the day off so she could spend it with us and she had something to do at the Dog Club all day. But, she hung out with us a bunch of the day and it was so nice outside, we hung out on the back porch, got some sun, chased some birds, and lounged around the house for most of the time.

We protected the backyard from the evil birdies and squirrels.

Grady took his duties very seriously...

Grady came inside and started to fall asleep on mom's shoe. Either he wanted to go for a walk, but I think he knew she was getting ready to leave and didn't want her to go...

I, on the other paw, knew she was getting ready to leave and was trying to get the party started!

Saturday, the lady bean took Grady back to the club. She said it was another obedience trial. Grady was supposed to compete in the trial for Rally Excellent and Beginner Novice, but when it was time to enter him, that's when he started getting sick and she didn't know what would happen. So, rather than taking the chance to enter him in the show, she said he could come hang out with her instead and help pass out trophies and stuff. She said it was a VERY important job, so Grady was happy to be put to work.

He took his job very seriously and was so happy to be back at the club again...

Look lady! I told you! It says right here in da boo! Your lil yorkies did NOT get the coolest dog award! I did. Now step away from my table before I kick you!

This was the table of stuffs that Grady had to protect from those lil yorkies. Very important stuff and mom bean said I could come the next day to help out.

Grady was so nice that he brought me a couple of these really cool toys with plastic bottles in them. The lady bean said that he picked it out himself cuz he knew I liked to tear up plastic water bottles, almost as much as I like to read books. I like to think of my plastic bottle fetish as my contribution to recycling, but having a toy to play with is almost just as perfect.

I even let Grady play with one of the toys too. See, I do share with the Sissy La-La sometimes. Even if he is a "Frog-Dawg" I gave him the piggie. He tried to make me take the piggie but I felt pink was a better color for him.

Then on Sunday, I gots to go to the Dog Training Club. I had never been and the lady bean told me that this is where they take Grady all the time.

This isn't some trick to get me to the vet is it? Are we going to see the Special Doctor too?

So we get there and she puts me in the crate?!! What? You mean we go to this really cool place. All these doggies with butts I could sniff? All these cool things to sniff and check out? And you mean to tell me that Grady sits in the crate all day? I don't buy it? How stupid could he be to always be excited to come here and sit in this stupid crate all day?

LET ME OUTTA HERE!

Then, after a lil while, I got to hang out and be in charge of the table stuffs too. I had a very important job, something Grady couldn't do....just sit there and look cute and make people smile. I had that in the bag, I mean just check out my snaggle tooth, that will make anyone smile, right?

So, the Mom bean was told by the Dad bean that Grady whined and cried for us to come home the whole entire day. Really? He's sucha Sissy La-La, I can't even go away for 5 mins and he misses me so much? So, she told me that we had to buy him a toy too. I picked out this squeeky thingy that had a face of a cat on it. Since all of his CT Scans and he still couldn't find it, I thought it would help to show him what another one looks like. I think he liked it.

I also bought him this big comfortable bed! But before I could make sure it was Grady-worthy, I had to test it out first. Took me a while to approve of it. After a long nap, I decided he could use it whenever he wants. But he has to ask me first and then I'll decide...

Then later on, we both napped and reflected on whatta weekend it's been! Radiation.Talk about Keemotherapy. Crap, I did it again....chemotherapy. Birthday. Party Time. Sun Bathing. Doggie Club. And now, we gotta get ready to protect the house while the beans go to work. We have a tough job. It's hard being working dogs. They go away to that place they keep calling "work" and something about "paying the bills," but who's supposed to make sure the house is safe from the evil bunny rabbits that lurk outside? Or the weird looking man that comes and sticks bills and stuff into the black box they leave by the driveway? Or whatabout telling off those guys that take away the trash every week? Where the heck do they take all those wonderful goodies? Or who's job is it to bark at the kids before they get on the school bus and tell them all to have a good day? They think the beans just have it so rough.

Try being Rubidawg, Queen Dumbass and Grady Boy, King Sissy La-La for a day.

Grady has to See a Radiator...

So the hooman beans didn't wanna make one of their fancy dinners tonite. Usually, Dad makes all this yummy stuff that smells so good and makes me drool....but I'm never allowed to have any. But not tonite! Tonite, they made my FAVORITE......Cereal!!! I love cereal so much that when they pull the box out of the pantry, I run to the kitchen as fast as I can and they always give me some. Mom was nice and made sure I got my own pieces when Grady wasn't looking cuz sometimes if he sees me getting something, then he wants it. Wish they'd get rid of that crappy kibble they make us eat though and just give me cereal every day. Have you ever tasted dog kibble??!! It's gross!

And they wonder why I like rabbit poop! Duh!

They took Grady to the Special Doctor again today, so maybe the cereal was to make me feel a lil bit better? I'm kinda sick of all the special treatment he gets but Grady filled me in a lil bit about the Oncallajust. He said he was sooooooo boring! All he did was talk to the hooman beans and petted him a few times. No special treats and no other doggie butts to lick! <yawn>  Grady said he was scared when he first met the Special Doctor and tried to hide under the chair, but mom made him get out. I don't blame Grady for being scared, I never seen an oncallajust, but even mom and dad were scared. But sounds like it was just a buncha talking. <yawn again>

Eventually, Grady figured if mom and dad would stop talking to him, then they could go home. So, he tried whining alot and crawling in their lap to get them to stop talking, even tried getting in the Special Doc's lap, but none of it worked. He said he whined to go out and Mom took him outside where he pooped then tried to go back to the car. That didn't work either, they kept going back in and talking to this boring guy. Poor Grady just had to lay there and whine while they talked. When hooman beans talk, did you know they are just soooo boring. They should be chasing tennis balls, looking for squirrels in the backyard or barking at something outside. But, no.....they just sit there and blah blah blah blah blah! Then yell at me when I do it. Anyway, the oncallajust sounds boring! Glad I didn't go.

Grady said he heard a lil bit about what they said. Something about checking to see if his cancer has spread and going back in for another CT Scan!! Wait a minute.....WHAT?!! Again....he gets to scan the Kitties and I'll probably have to sit at home again. But they said this kitty scan will tell them if Grady has anymore tumors in his belly.

If they fed him tumors and just gave me a piece of cereal....there is going to be hell to pay! I don't know what a tumor is, but if it's in Grady's belly, then he obviously got some special treat I didn't get! Damn Dumn Sissy Lala Dawg! So, he goes back for his test on Monday. Then they mentioned radiator therapy??  Radiator Therapy?  Huh? Hold on, lemme ask Grady.....ooooohhhh Radiation Therapy.

OK, I still don't know what that is. Maybe it makes him warm? It is kinda cold outside.

Anyway, he'd have to have the radiator for like 6 whole weeks and it might make him feel a lil bit better, but won't fully get rid of the cancer. They said if the cancer spreads, then Grady would get keemo....cheemo....chemotherapy. So there he goes again....radiators, tumor treats in his belly, now chemotherapy. They are also doing another test on the stuff they took out of Grady's shoulder and sending it to decide what type of cancer it is. I guess there are different breeds of cancer just like doggies and I s'pose knowing what breed it is will help them know what to do next.

Grady did say he got really excited when they started talkin to the oncallajust...oh wait, it's oncologist, that's right....about changing his food!! They said they were going to start home cooking his din-dins now!!

OK, hold on a second here, I see why Grady's really happy about this, but NOBODY said anything about changing MY din-dins! So, the hoomans eat fancy foods, now Grady eats fancy foods and I get dried cardboard and the occassional piece of cereal every now and then. Seriously, they wonder why I eat cat poop, too!

But this is what about ticked me off to the point of wanting to eat another book off the table again....they said giving him a new din-dins was going to make sure it didn't feed the cancer. So now they are starving the tumor too??!!! I can't wait to hear more about this, cuz it seems like Grady is getting all this really cool stuff and me and this tumor are getting the short end of the stick.

So that's all that happened today. I licked myself lots of times today when they weren't home. I barked at the doggies across the street and the mailman. Oh and I chased Ms Kitty and tried to get into her cat box while they were gone. She keeps that damn door on lockdown, whats up with that! Kitty won't share either.

Mom said tomorrow's Friday though. That means it's the weekend and maybe if it's nice, she'll take me out to the park or something. So, I like Fridays!!!