MY MOMMY IS A MEANIE!

This week Mom started giving me new treats - they were called beef short ribs. She trimmed off the big peices of fat because she was afraid they would give me something called "the trots". I don't know why eating beef fat would make me trot...?

Anyway, these beef ribs have a lot of bone. If you aren't familiar with the BARF diet (biologically appropriate raw feeding), you may not know this, but bones are the main source of roughage, or fiber, in the raw diet. If dogs don't get enough bone, they...uh...don't do #2 very often and when they do, it's real soft. If dogs get too much bone and not enough meat, then they usually, uh...have...difficulty doing #2, or get "stopped up" as dad puts it and their #2 is very hard and chalky-looking.

Well, I guess I am getting used to the short ribs...and I got stopped up for a few days. I felt fine, but I just didn't do #2 for about 3 days. Then again, most dogs on the raw diet do #2 less often because they are not eating filler like grains. So, I did a lot of #2 tonight, and I uh...strained a little. I don't know if this happens to humans (I bet it does!) but as I strained, I...uh...did #1. On my front leg. So...yes...I accidentally peed on my own leg. How embarassing, right? I mean, put yourself in my place - I have to do my business in public! Thank goodness it was dark and there weren't many people around, so no big deal, right?

NOOOOOOOOOOO. No, my mom couldn't be quiet about it! No, she gasped, then said "Indy! You peed on yourself! Pee Pee Leg! Pee Pee Leg!"

We took a nice long walk, and I was hoping that by the time we got back home the pee pee would be gone. But no...no such luck. It was still there...and mom took a picture of it!!!


So...this is my life. My mom documents my most humiliating moments in a public forum.

All I have to say is, she'd better hide that Paul McCartney concert t-shirt she loves so much - I think it would look better in yellow!!!!