Hey Daroma! (Hey, Southward)

When I saw Bracha putting several little bags of dog food and two brand new bones and two treats that they gave us at the pet store into a suitcase, I knew something big was up. Yep, we are going to Eilat for four days! And Petel and I get to be in a room together! ANd on the way back we get to go on a plane! I'm so excited I can hardly sit down. I think it will be lots of fun, and Bracha has promised me that being on a plane will be just like riding on a train or bus.
We have lots to do before we leave. First of all, the hair on my paws needs to be trimmed. It is so long that it is liable to get caught in escalators or cracks, so we need to go out into the orchard and lay down and have a good grooming session. ANd then we will be all set!

Keeping up Our Old Agreement

Ever since the last time I got ill and had a sees your last Friday Bracha has been very watchful of me and reassuring. We still do everything together as we always do, and yesterday I worked beautifully – taking Bracha all over Tel Aviv and right to the bus that takes us to Rotem's school.

But on the way Bracha took me on the bus to a place where we had never been before. As soon as Bracha told me to turn right and go into the entrance to a building with a pretty little garden in front and a sign that had the names of several doctors on it, I knew right away that this was undoubtedly a veterinary clinic. Don't ask how I knew. I just knew. I did my best to plant all four feet on the sidewalk just like I do in front of Avi's clinic in Nahariya, but Bracha told me we had to go in and said there was no choice. When we got inside everyone was very good to me and admired me a lot. But I did have to have a needle poked in me and the doctor took some of my blood out. I was scared, but Bracha held me and reassured me, and then gave me a treat. The rest didn't hurt. The nice vet looked in my ears, felt me all over, and turned off the lights and shone a little flashlight in my eyes. Then she took me into the next room and weighed me. And then she and Bracha sat down to talk. Bracha reassured me afterwards and told me that there is a kind of medicine that will help me and keep me from having any more sees yours. I really don't like them. They make me feel funny beforehand and afterwards I'm very confused. So we have to wait and see what happens. I know that Bracha still loves me and will take care of me. She might even love me more now that she knows that I might have to take medicine, and if I do she promised she'd give it to me every day. That way we can keep up our agreement – I take care of Bracha and she takes care of me! And best of all – when we got back from Tel Aviv I was covered in yucky black soot from the sidewalks and I really needed a bath. So off to the river we went! And it's running with lots of water now! Just the way I like it!

Is that me under the table?

I never had such a week. Evening after evening Bracha would take me out and all I ended up doing was sitting under the table. There were a lot of people around. There was a lot of excitement, kissing and hugging and shouting and laughing and I admit I did get petted and admired a lot. but mostly I ended up under the table and not being allowed to have food. Finally on Friday I lost it. There were two cakes on the table, and let's just say that when I got through there were one and two thirds cakes on the table. By that time Bracha had understood that I was having a rough time. All that partying and none for me. It was the kibbutz reunion and I was new to everyone. But Bracha didn't get too angry at me. That was because she was concerned because I had, or I think I had, another sees your. So that makes two.
So I have epilepsy. Bracha and I discussed it and she reassured me that I was still her dog and that she would make sure we will work together like always. I know she'll help me. I felt so confused and unhappy afterwards. So we will talk with a special vet who knows about these things. He'll know what to do.