The Basset is my granddaughter, Bailey. My son and daughter-in-law decided that a basset would be much easier to raise than children (can't say that I disagree). Bailey is fifteen years old and healthier than any ten dogs (or people) I know. She's awesome, and everyone loves her.. you just can't help but love her. This picture was taken 2 years ago when I was in Missouri visiting them.

I'm getting mixed messages from Mike today. He doesn't seem quite right, but at the same time, it's nothing I could pinpoint. I guess we'll have days like this too. I just hope he doesn't get bad again today. He's quite whiny.. which he very seldom ever whines... just seems like he wants "something"... wish I could read his mind and figure out what it is. He doesn't have to go out, he's already eaten (a bit), and the only thing that will slow his whining is a treat.. and he has gotten a couple of them, but I can't give him treats all day... it's got to be something else. I'm giving him as much attention as he could handle, but that doesn't even satisfy him. I'm at a loss.

He's looking so thin. I know his haircut makes him look thinner every time he's trimmed, but even since his haircut, he seems to have lost some weight. God, I wish he was healthy.

I'm thinking I made a mistake changing Katie's name. Lately, she just seems so much more like a Gidget than a Katie. I'm going to change her name back to Gidget.. it just fits. To make it easier for her, I've been calling her by both names, and eventually, we'll just stick with Gidget. It's funny, because when I look at her, I keep remembering Sandra Dee playing Gidget in the movies (for those of you who are too young to know what I'm talking about... see if you can rent the movies... they're great). Anyway... I guess I'm gonna have to admit I made a mistake by changing it (thank goodness that's the only mistake I've ever made.. ;-) LOL).

The pups were playing yesterday, and I heard a yelp. I looked, and Mike was holding his leg up again. Poor guy looked so scared. I massaged it and gave him a Tramadol. Within an hour or so he was walking again on it fine. My guess is that he's always going to have problems with it. I sprained my ankle over 30 years ago, and it still acts up. I suppose he will have to put up with for the rest of his life (like he doesn't have enough problems, right).

Well... that's about it for now. If anything changes, I'll post later. Hopefully, he'll settle down or I'll figure out what he needs.

Hope everyone is having a wonderful day.

God Bless You.