I am totally freaking out!

Mom left Sunday for her monthly trip to Canada. Tonight, Dad and I were just hanging out in the office when I hear Mom’s voice… “Hey, Dakota”. I look up and sure enough, I can see Mom through the window that’s sitting on Dad’s desk. Oh boy, Mom’s home! But when I run to the other side of the desk to greet her, she’s gone. Poof! Vanished into thin air.

So I go back to Dad’s chair to look through the window again and sure as I’m born, I can see Mom plain as day. I know she’s here somewhere… but she disappears every time I head in her direction.

Here I am all confused, Mom’s sitting there grinning like the cheshire cat and all Dad says is “Dakota doesn’t understand Skype”.

Will somebody please tell me who Skype is and what he’s done to my Mom?

Google for “divot head” and I’m the #2 link!

If you don’t believe me, just go to Google, click the second link and you’ll come right back to to me!

… ’cause I didn’t get new turd. I got neutered! And just in case you’re not a feisty little male Leonberger like I am, I’m hear to tell ya they ain’t the same thing, nosiree!

I’m recovering nicely, but I can’t believe Mom did this to me. Even worse, I can’t believe Dad let her get away with it being another male and all.

Anyway, I did get my stitches out and my fur is slowly growing on the top of my noggin’ so it’s not all bad around here. Wonder if I can grow a new set of testicles?

Oh… and I officially weigh 83 pounds!

I’m seven months old today! We don’t know exactly how much I weigh because we haven’t been to the vet in a couple of weeks and I’m way too heavy for Mom to pick me up… but we think I’m somewhere between 80 and 85 pounds.

I’m sure Diane will weigh me when I go to have my stitches taken out on Tuesday. Speaking of Tuesday… I’m just a little worried. Either Mom has completely lost her marbles or there’s something really fishy going on because she keeps telling me I’m getting new turd.

First of all, I don’t know why she’d want me to have more turds than the ones I deposit in the dog run because Dad’s already complaining about how long it takes to pick up after three Leonbergers. Second, there’s no way Mom could possibly find me turds that are more grander or smellier than the ones I produce myself. I am the master of turds! Third, I don’t see how a turd could ever be considered new seeing as it started out in the food bowl and took several hours to come out the other end.

Something tells me that getting new turd is not a good surprise. Not good at all, I fear…

Mom and Dad are very frustrated with me right now… not me personally because they love me so much, but they’re terribly tired of dealing with my boo-boo and very worried that it’s never going to heal right.

We were very pleased that Diane — she’s our vet — tried to fix my cyst without surgery, but the drains didn’t work. So she cut me open and removed the cyst. It was two inches wide! I was in good shape for a few days, but then my noggin started swelling up like a balloon. Diane’s only in the office every other Saturday, so Mom and Dad had to take me to CAVES.

The doctor at CAVES (I don’t like him one bit…) took something like a gallon of fluid out of the top of my head and said I had a something-or-another-oma. He said they had to use hot compresses on my head and keep me quiet until it healed. Well… they’re doing pretty good on the first part.

We’ve been to see Diane a couple of times so she could clean me up and open my drains, but they’re just weren’t working — so yesterday she removed them. Now Mom and Dad are having to work on me every few hours to clean me up and Dad’s a little ticked off because all I want to do is play and they’re having one heck of a time with that “keeping me quiet” bit.

Oops… gotta run. Here comes Mom with the towel and hot water.