Hi Everyone! It's me, Bumbles! Look Mom, no seizures!!! Can't get a better Christmas present than that! In only a couple more days, I get to donate some blood so the good Dr. can decide if we can decrease my phenobarbital again. Everybody, cross your paws!!

I'm really getting into the routine around my foster house. I don't have any inappropriate behaviors - OK, maybe one.....when the back door opens to the garage, I run out as fast as I can...and then I turn right around and come back in. Foster Mom can't figure it out, but she says it's endearing, whatever that means. It must mean that I'm a good boy. I guess I kind of have a mind of my own sometimes - hey, I'm a determined kind of guy. I know the painter guys didn't mind when I removed the gate from its hinges so I could go downstairs to "help" them. I wanted to make sure they didn't forget to take a break and pet me. They thought I was so handsome, they took pictures of me on their cell phones so they could show me to their kids! "The Next Top Dog", here I come!!!

Guess what, I went to the doggie spa yesterday and got my hair cut and my nails trimmed. Foster Mom says that there is something very special about a guy with well manicured feet. It must mean that I'm a good boy. She couldn't believe how soft and silky my fur was when she picked me up. Now, she keeps rubbing my ears - I'm pretty sure it must mean that I'm a good boy.

Here are some new pictures of me, the day after my spa treatment....Foster Mom says they don't get any more handsome than me.....I know that means I'm a good boy!

I'll keep you posted on my meds. Happy New Year Everyone!!!