Jessie's adventure

Yesterday Momma came home from work and changed into her playing with the dogs clothes. I got excited, thinking we were going to go for a walk early (though it was REALLY hot and I wasn't sure what she was thinking!). But then Momma told me I had to stay home, and she left me to go on an adventure with just Jessie!

Hey Casey, I'll take over from here. Dis is MY adventure! Although it really wasn't much of one. Momma loaded me up in the car and put on my seatbelt. I much preferred the furst time I rode in the car and jumped right up into the front seat with her, then jumped into the back and collapsed the cargo cover. BOL!! For some reason, she's been real diligent about that seatbelt ever since. 

Anyways, we headed out, and it wasn't long before I recognized the way. We were going back to the dogtor! Now, don't get me wrong. They're really nice there, and give me pets and treats and tell me how adorable I am. (They have grreat taste.) But the last few times I've gone, Momma has left me there for HOURS while she goes to that "work" thing. I made sure to stick extra close to her this time and NOT let her leave me. And it worked! After the dogtor stuck a probe in a very uncomfortable place, she made it up to me by giving me lots of lovings while she listened to my heart.

And the verdict is... my heartworm treatment recovery period is OVER!! Momma gets to start easing me back into activity. She told me that means I can start playing with Casey any time I want. Woohoo!!! And it also means...

WALKIES!!! I got to go with Casey on morning walkies today, and I was SO excited!! OMD. Momma said after a few days, she'll start taking me on evening walkies too!!! OMD, this is just the BEST.

The one bad bit of news is the dogtor could tell from that uncomfortable probe that I'm still having colitis issues. (My poopies aren't in very good shape, and I've lost two whole pounds this month.) She gave me a heavy-duty medicine to take for about three weeks to see if we can knock my system back into order, and then hopefully we can keep it under control with just diet and stuff instead of meds all the time. BUT all that means I'm not medically cleared yet, so Momma can't sign the adoption papers just yet. She says it doesn't matter, I'm still her FUREVER dog even if I'm technically a foster, so I'll just work on getting 100% well as soon as possible. Woohoo!