Hello, my name is....

Hello, this is Baby speaking. Uhm, typing. Whatever. My mom has been starting to bounce of walls - fun to watch - because she has been inside too long keeping an eye on me and my tail.

I don't speak up often. I am the kind of dog, who, if I were a husky, my view would always be of another dog's backside. I don't lead. I am happy to be told what to do unless I want to smell something, then please, let me smell it. I might even want to roll in it, but let's not go there. Mom says I am passive. Molly says I better do what she tells me to. The cat used to corner me and make me sit. I am good with it. Just feed me and let me sleep if nothing else is going on.

The new neighbors all love Molly. I don't think they even see me because Molly goes up to them and is quite the cute little suck up. I don't mind. Everyone is happy and I just wait, hoping someone will realize maybe I am not invisible. Mom thinks I am like a shadow, just quietly waiting for attention. It must be true, Mom knows everything.

Mom noticed I was unable to wag my tail. She is pretty sharp - ever since Molly came down with that icky illness, Mom watches us like hawks. I was really, really hurting, but didn't want to make an issue of it. However, when I couldn't squat to pee, Mom said, Uh oh - we are going to the vet.

Oh boy oh boy oh boy we got to go see the vet ladies! I love it there :). Usually Molly gets all the attention, but this time they all noticed ME. I wasn't sure how to deal with all of the attention, so I tried to just be a Good Dog. If Mom hadn't dosed me up with that good stuff, I might not have been able to let the vet lady lift my tail, and I might not have been so excited, but well, it all worked out OK. Molly and I both got shots, and the treats were great. Mom always takes treats with us to the vet. What a deal - Molly gets a shot, and I get treats!

People laugh at my name. Baby, they say, what kind of a name is that? Well, Mom has this idea that dogs will tell her what name they want. They just tell her. I am a follower and I didn't get the rules. So, I was temporarily assigned the name of Baby-X. Finally, Mom thought I said my name was Rosie, but it just didn't entirely feel right, so I went back to Baby. I like it, OK? It's Mine. Of course, if you want it, I will give it to you. You can have my toys, too. Please take Molly, while you are at it.

This morning I got up after sleeping - I tell you, I lie down and then it's morning - and screeched a little getting off the bed. What an improvement! Mom dragged us outside in the cold -  it's really cold, but I don't care, I will go wherever Mom wants me to - and I managed to do my business slowly and carefully and didn't make a sound. That made Mom happy. So, I am happy. I am always happy.

Tomorrow, I hope to have my wag back. We dogs, we need that wag. It gives us balance and a way to greet people. It feels strange not to be able to wag. My tail just hangs there.

I hope Mom feeds up before she goes out. Mom is a great hunter. She leaves us for a little while and returns with bags and bags of food! How does she do that?

Molly says I have to get off the computer now. She wants to look up some recipes for dog treats.

I am good with that :)