<html><head><style> body {height: 100%; color:#000000; font-size:12pt; font-family:Arial;}</style></head><body>It is soooo hard to find good help! Can you believe that my Food Slave sent in the wrong picture for my calendar day? Does it look like I'm in my crate? I am pretty comfy on my couch with my quilt with little pink rosebuds on it, though.<br><br>Today is the 11th anniversary of when my littermate Jonesy & I came to live with our family. We were only 8 weeks old. He went to the Bridge 4-1/2 years ago and I've been ruling the roost ever since.<br><br>This year has been kind of a hard one as I got diagnosed with IBD and hepatitis last October. I had been on phenobarbitol for several years and ended up with liver damage. They changed my medications and I am looking & feeling good for an old boy houndy. But I'm on prednisone now and get into everything looking for something, anything to eat. Last month I had my first (and hopefully last) endoscopy as they thought I might have eaten some old batteries, but it turned out there were 3 twisty ties and some hard clear plastic in there. Now they watch me like a hawk and it's getting harder and harder to score some tasty munchies.<br><br>I guess I'll just go snooze in my crate. <br><br>Blue Tonjes<br>(& his Food Slave Susan)<br>Jonesy ATB</body></html>