'ROID RAGE

I AM WRITING IN ALL CAPS BECAUSE I NOW HAVE 'ROID (STEROIDS FOR THE UNINITIATED) RAGE. BECAUSE I AM WEAK FROM THE CHEMO AND NOT BEING ABLE TO RUN AROUND LIKE I USED TO, MY AWESOME HOME VET PUT ME ON WINSTROL V 2 MG (AKA ANABOLIC STEROIDS) ONCE A DAY TO BUILD UP MY MUSCLE TONE. I AM NOW GOING TO BECOME A GINORMOUS IRISH WOLFHOUND AND KICK DOWN DOORS AND BEAT UP SMALL NEIGHBORHOOD YIPPY DOGS. YES YES YES!!!! FORTUNATELY, I HAVE A WEIGHT BENCH IN MY BEDROOM TOO SO I CAN TOTALLY WORK OUT AND BE AS BIG AS HULK HOGAN! OR BETTER YET, A BASEBALL PLAYER!!!!

GOT TO GO, I FEEL THE URGE TO LIFT SOME CARS. GRRRRRR.

*That picture is of me putting an entire dog in my mouth. AHRRRRR!!!!

TOYS! LOTS AND LOTS OF TOYS!

I had my fifth chemo treatment of cisplatin last Friday (the biggy one where they infuse me with so much fluids I feel like I will burst) and I now am fully recovered. I needed the weekend to relax, kick back, drink a couple cases of Guinness's but now I'm doing fine. In fact, I decided Human Mom needed to entertain me for a while so I head butted her (yes, I still can as a tripod) and semi-chased her around the room then leaned against her for a good ol' scratching session. Once that was complete, she presented to me three different fuzzy squeaky toys for my choosing.

First, she placed the really fuzzy nasty beige toy from the sale bin at Petco and squeaked it then place it in front of me.

Next, she took the moose looking fancy overpriced Lake Placid toy and squeaked that then placed it in front of me.

Finally, she grabbed the really big red dog bone (also a fancy toy) given to me by my former neighbor, Cedar and his human mom and squeaked it and then put it in front of me. (Take it easy, I know this is all fascinating stuff).

After contemplating my choices, what did I select as my toy du jour? Of course, the nasty drooly crusty really fuzzy beige toy because dogs just love disgusting things.