Bogart is Well!

Yes, he is!

It took him three days of not eating
and looking as glum as always
and as clueless as ever
(Keeper almost died from worry!)
but yesh, doggy friends from everywhere
thank you for all your prayers
he is up (well, almost) . . .

. . . and now busy helping distribute
our holiday presents to neighbors,
an annual tradition started by
Keeper's late mother (bless her soul!)


Of course, I'm helping him . . .

and of course, I tasted some of it
to make sure our gourmet delight
is purr-fect for all taste buds!


Keeper thinks Bogart probably got tired
from helping Keeper with all our holiday cards

yes, that is Bogart's paw you see
as paper, er card-weight, I'm sure!
(but just in case, does anybody know
what that deadly visitor wormsy is?)


I did my part too, you know
although not on my lazy toes . . .

but yesh, I helped Keeper
with our holiday cards weeks ago.
I licked every handmade paper envelope shut
so guys, you have my drool there too, woof!
. . . which I hope everybody
will received before 2008
(it's not called snail mail for nothing, woof!)


. . . so now, here is my big bro Bogart now
trying to regain his bulky self

while Santa played carols beside him
and waiting by heaven's gate
with his fondue set
for our liver pate treat . . .


WoofPostScript:
Keeper thanks DWBs for their support
and loving, warm prayers
as Keeper lights a healing candle
to other animals and keepers
who are sick, in pain or loneliness,
lost, missing, bored and alone . . .
May your holidays be joyful!

Bogart got sick!

That was the sad news this week.
One second he was up and goofy
the next day he was glum and weak.



It is not easy for anybody to know
if my big brother Bogart is not well.
He is always happy and not demanding
And since he only has one expression
on his big, black face
and he wags his tail all the time
nobody would know that
my poor brother is in pain
except Keeper!


Last week Bogart remained glum
even if Keeper would playfully kiss him
a thing all the houndsinheaven enjoy
doing with Keeper. . .



But Bogart remained doggo.
So Keeper felt for his tummy
and cheerfully promised him (and us)
that she will try to cut fresh grass
which helps us detoxify our system.


But Keeper forgot!
And Bogart never complained.
But when he did not eat his breakfast
and later his snacks at noon
Keeper ran her hand on his body
and got really frantic!
She told me Bogart has high fever.


I was frantic myself.
I felt sick just watching him.
Keeper ran her hands over his hot body
and tried to perform her healing magick.
When Keeper finished after almost an hour
Bogart's fever was gone!
He was so thirsty he finished
all the water in his water bowl!
Keeper brought him to his bed
and when he woke up he was able to eat.
He looked really weak but his fever is gone
and his appetite slowly returned.

Keeper was keeping an eye on him all week.
She said it must be the other wormsy.
The deadly garden pest that looked cool
and funny with his big eyes and color.
Watch out for this thing, doggies!



Bogart tried to pry this wormsy from the garden
when Keeper got alerted and removed it
before it does further damage to other beings.
Well, it made my big brother Bogart sick
so we know better than befriend it . . .