Mom tried to take a picture of me today, but something went wrong and it didn't show up on the camera's card. Here's another fuzzy one from yesterday. I just wouldn't sit still for her. I think Mom has outwitted me on the medicine front. I didn't want early breakfast today and I just wanted to get some cuddles and scritches when I did wake her up. I sometimes like to stand on her and have her pay lots of attention to me. Things were going great until I moved my feet and all of a sudden she said she had to get up right then.
Karen Jo: You stood on my bladder, Herman. That's a sure fire way to get a human out of bed.
Once she was up, she got me my breakfast, with nothing icky in it, then she started getting dressed and all that other boring stuff. For my elevenses, I got some more of that yummy baby food with the pro-biotic in it. I had eaten about a third of it before I realized that it was spiked. I walked away and stayed away for a long time. While Mom was eating her lunch, I took a few more bites, then walked away again. I felt sure I could hold out, but Mom left it there when she went to work. It kept calling me and I finally gave in. By the time Mom got home from work, I had eaten every bit of it. When Mom got home, she gave me my Stinky Goodness dinner, then put something I had never seen or smelled before in my treat dish. I tasted it, but didn't like it.
Karen Jo: I am trying psychology on Herman as well as tempting his taste buds. Since he arrived, he has always gotten something special around eleven, served on a white saucer. At first it was warmed up chicken, then his sardine. This morning it was turkey baby food with pro-biotic. Tonight it was salmon cream cheese with Benefiber. I'll see if he eats it tonight. If not, I have some other ideas for getting the Benefiber in him. If all else fails, I can always dissolve it in a little water and squirt it in his mouth. It is worth all the trouble. I think I spotted just the hint of something solid in his poop this morning.
I am feeling better, too. This morning, while Mom was brushing me, I was lying on one of my big mousies with a ribbon tail. The brush caught on the ribbon and Mom pulled the mousie out from under me. I grabbed it with my paws and rolled it around just a tiny bit. Tonight I batted my nip ball twice. Toys are beginning to be interesting again.
Karen Jo: I am so glad to see that. I hope that soon we will be having soccer games again and I will be looking all over for your balls.