In an earlier post, I promised you pictures of Dad's glorious gardens, which are rapidly expanding and encroaching upon my backyard. Quite frankly, I'm not real thrilled about losing prime real estate to a bunch of begonias and banana plants, but Roger, on the other paw, loves the cover that the prospering plants provide him. I must admit that the munchin's low center of gravity works to his advantage while manipulating the many obstacles, including benches, bird baths, and boulders. However, with my lightning-like speed, I own the little cement head when we're out in the open terrain.
We hope you enjoy the virtual tour of our gardens. If you're in the area, feel free to stop in for a personal tour. But of course, if spontaneity isn't your style, drop me a note at newmanontheblock@gmail.com to schedule a tour.
I'm sure that some of you are wondering how I'm doing after my life-altering surgery on June 25. I must admit that I should have listened to Dad who told me that being neutered wouldn't be the end of the world -- just the end of my show career and capability to reproduce.
Dad was right when he said, "Trust me son. I'm speaking from experience. Once the sackyjoe heals and the itching from the stitches subsides, you'll feel like a "new man!"
Well after two weeks of restricted activity, I am happy to say that Coach Daddy Dawg is ready to put me back in the ring -- boxing ring that is, not show.
Let me tell you, after having been walked on a leash for two weeks and denied any kind of roughhousing with Roger, except an occasional bite on his bat ears, I am ready to rumble in the jungle. Stay tuned for upcoming film footage of Rog and me starring in The Jungle Book.
The best post-op news happened today when Mom received a phone call from Dr. Weeks telling her that the pathology report from the lump removed from my leg was indeed a benign tumor called a histiocytoma, which are fairly common in young boxers.
Thanks for all your well wishes, kind thoughts, and prayers for my speedy recovery.
In an earlier post, I promised you pictures of Dad's glorious gardens, which are rapidly expanding and encroaching upon my backyard. Quite frankly, I'm not real thrilled about losing prime real estate to a bunch of begonias and banana plants, but Roger, on the other paw, loves the cover that the prospering plants provide him. I must admit that the munchin's low center of gravity works to his advantage while manipulating the many obstacles, including benches, bird baths, and boulders. However, with my lightning-like speed, I own the little cement head when we're out in the open terrain.
We hope you enjoy the virtual tour of our gardens. If you're in the area, feel free to stop in for a personal tour. But of course, if spontaneity isn't your style, drop me a note at newmanontheblock@gmail.com to schedule a tour.
