My The Big Tuesday!

We awoke like every other day and began our routine. It didn't take long to realize that ONE very important part of the morning was intentionally being skipped... And yes, I mean BREAKFAST!

I am not a big fan of skipping ANY meal, but I learned in kind-ergarden that BREAKFAST is the most important meal of the day... until DINNER, anyway. But I digress...

In spite of the fact that I am SO not a morning person, I recognized the nervousness in the Mom's sweet chatter... that and an abundance of conversations with Our Heavenly Father. Just saying.

I pointed out to the Mom this beautiful lone bloom on our night cereus. We each accepted this gorgeous flower as a sign of HOPE. 

Now with a bit of experience under my collar, I recognize the omission of food stuffs as a sign that I'm going on a long ride in the trolley, and not to my most favoritest of destinations!
I am, however, VERY excited to G-O !!!

Sure enough, the trolley was boarded. We sang many songs. We prayed many prayers. And the Mom reminded me who I am with the affirmations... "You're My The Baby"... and "You're My The Sweet Boy", and she's exactly correct on both points.

And just as I guessed, we rolled up to Sugar Land Veterinary Specialists, the home of our the Doctor Novosad and my The Sweet Judy... and Coy and Cicely and all the other very nice people there.

Now, it never looks like that when we're there, because we're there in the daylight... and we stole this photo from their website! The trolley makes a stop just to the right of the front porte-cachere, and  believe me when I tell you... My the Mom, errrrrrr... The Trolley Driver has to lure me to the back of the trolley and lift all 82 pounds of trembling me out of the trolley.

And then... Well, take a look at this next photo. This is a photo of the back of the building, but it gives you more of an idea what we're looking at in the front.

And... to the right of the previous photo and to the left of the one that follows (which we also stole from their website)... is The Luke Memorial Waste Receptacle. I really should take a picture of that... I think there's one on his blog... but I need my own. [Every week, the Mom would take a bag of Luke's poop into the building for disposal, and then on about the fourth visit... they had installed a waste receptacle outside. The Mom figured she knew why, and thus... The Luke Memorial!]

Not many of you read and commented on my last Thursday's post about my very emotional last Tuesday. I published it in a moment of bravery and unpublished it in a moment of fear. You see, last Tuesday was Week 7 and the day that I was expected to reach a state of remission... but I didn't make it. Doctor N estimated that I was about 75%, and after a long discussion with the Mom, it was decided that I would receive an alternative treatment of Elspar, that would hopefully put me over the hump... [I've re-published the entry, with in depth discussion, and I would really be grateful if you read it... HERE!]

Today was the big day of Judgement. If the alternative treatment was successful, I could continue on the original protocol with Week 7. And if not, my condition would be compromised in that we would have to form a new plan... and reveal a new weapon.

But guess what...!!! Guess!!!

I made it!!! It worked!!!
I achieved R E M I S S I O N !!!

 

I received my Week 7 Treatment today as we hoped!!! And then when Uncle/Mister T picked me up... I was thrilled to be sprung, and yet circled around repeatedly, reluctant to leave my the Judy. If only she could come with us...and she should some day! She should come back with me to Camp Whitson... and get to know the real The Bleu!

Goodbyes said, I made quick work of boarding the Camp Whitson Trolley... and once I was fed and watered, I spent the afternoon in the company of my loved ones...

[These photos were taken 081411,
but are representative of my Tuesdays at
Camp Whitson with The Herd!]

Me, Dakota and Uncle Tom. Yesssss....

Happy Me!

Cousin Cane, looking in from outside.

Sniffing.

My Girlfriend, Cousin Porter.

The Happy Me.

Me and My The Miss Cousin Porter.

Me and The Herd.

Kota Bear with his stuffy!!!
[He looks SO much like the Luke!!!]

My The Very Special Aunt Madison
with Me,
Dakota and Atlas.

Me with My The Special Girls...
Aunt Madison and Cousin Porter!

Take Two!

Those photos are a pretty accurate representation of the bliss I experience with my Aunt and Uncle, Madison and Tom... and also The Herd, as I am Number 6, Retired.

Even so, when the Mom comes to pick me up, I am happy to see her. Indeed, I have had time to overlook the role she played in dragging me out of the morning trolley, placing me on the ground and ultimately leaving me behind.

It has come to be a routine that I can count on and I look forward to the routine... from the afternoon with The Herd to my return home with the dinner meal and a return to our regular routine!

I'm a little tired with Our Big Celebration! We seem to be in more of a hurry than I am ready for... but then I realize that it's because the Mom is pressured to gather up all the training tools, treats, rewards, toys, etc... and also REUF... for his first day in class: INTRODUCTION TO COMPETITION!

It doesn't seem right, that on the heals of My The Most Wonderful News... The Mom would be called away to attend class with The Hellion....

But... I DO recognize that he NEEDS the work. Reuf needs the training, even if it only means more time that he engages his brain...

His brain needs all the stimulation possible, because when left unattended... it gets itself in improper circumstances. Just an observation.

Stay tuned for More Details on Reuf's First Class!

And I can't wait to share more of my terrific week!!!
For tonight, though...

I slumber!

And though I'm very relaxed, my the Mom is focused on my next
November 1 Checkup/Treatment. It is expected that Remission will be maintained.
I'll undergo some tests to determine my success.

Once more, I need your help.
Join Our The Love Protocol!!!
Team Bleu needs your prayers and support!!!