Day 3 #Blogpaws Diary: What Happens in Vegas...Get's Blabbed About on Social Media

May 8, 2014

Deer Diary:

Crap! 

By my mom's calculations, I hadn't pooped in 5 days. She figured it was the mix of medications, not necessarily the travel by airplane, although that certainly didn't help. And of course there was the fact that she realized I was not drinking water.

It's not that I don't enjoy drinking water, or that I had anything against hotel water. I just didn't like my new Las Vegas silver bowl with the white drippy cup around it. I refused to drink out of it. But Mom discovered that too late. My south end was blocked big time and I required a trip to the Banefield Pet Hospital at the Henderson PetsMart where I spent seven hours waiting for the big event.

Seven Fweakin' Hours!

Meanwhile... my pawrents had to find something to do with their time.

After the Big Event was over, I returned to my hotel room and took a long nap in a bright desert sun puddle. I have to say, it was the best nap I've had in a long time. So glad Mom brought my favorite pink donut bed.

Then I got a leisurely stroller ride and met some of the early arrivals for the BlogPaws conference. My pawrents had attached a cool banner for my Ride, made special for me.

Then we entered the Exhibit Hall where we ran into both the gorgeous @PepperPom and her mom, Angel, and also that @DogDancingGuy Kevin Newman, from Australia.  Just the day before @Bea_Bells introduced us on Twitter, and there we were in purrson, hanging out.

 Kevin was super nice...even though he didn't take either Pepper or me anywhere.

Here's my dad wif Kevin and other pet bloggers from Australia. We were very impressed that they traveled so far to come to the conference. Super nice peoples. (I was taking a short nap.)

Then... Then! We found it. Kitty Heaven at BlogPaws!

I was real nervous about meeting Cat Style Expert Kate Benjamin in purrson. Her designs as Hauspanther are wonderpurr, and My Cat From Hell is my favorite teevee show. Mom and me wandered around looking at all the cool things that Kate had on display. Even though my birfday isn't until next January, I made sure to point out to Mom all the things that made me purr.

Meanwhile, Dad found the crafts table and made himself a cat ears headband.

I have to agree with my mom. It doesn't take much to entertain Dad.

I was thrilled to meet @Pumpkinpuddy 's meowmy. @Nirisahn. She wore pink cat ears, but they looked real good on her...unlike my dad.

Then, I ran into the darling @DollytheDoxie - it was a pawsome night for me to meet my pals in purrson.

I still hadn't met my idol, Kate 'Hauspanther' Benjamin in purrson, but Mom said I'd had a big day and that there was always tomorrow to meet Kate, so we headed back up to our room. I feared my dad might actually wear those cat ears to bed.

But Dad wearing his kitty ears was the least of my worries. While I was lolling around in bed, Mom and Dad went back downstairs and met the wonderpurr Kate in purrson! And, much to my hoomiliation...they mentioned why I'd spent the day at the pet hospital. So embarrassed!

Thank you for stopping by. Please return tomorrow to read the conclusion of my #BlogPaws diary, and how I met @TillmanSkates, how I was mobbed by hound doggies, and how I was immortalized by the talented artist,  +BZ TAT  

And be sure to watch my video of me walking the Red Carpet on my own four paws!

As always, I appreciate your comments...as long as they're not selling me something.

Purrs!

Herman!!!

Meet Dolly the Doxie

I recently met @DollytheDoxie and thought you would enjoy getting to know her and her mom better. So please say Hello, Dolly!

How old were you when you moved in with your family? Were you a rescue?

I was 3 months old when mom and dad came to pick me up at Wright-Way Rescue. They first saw me and my littermates on Petfinder.com when I was 6 weeks old but we were too sick to come home yet. The shelter had found us in poor condition at a local humane society and got us out of there so we could get better and find homes up north in the city.

Are you a breed of some sort? *curious ears*

I was listed as a Dachshund mix. Mom likes the nickname Doxie because she can’t spell the long version. She new nothing about my breed just thought I would stay small. Two and a half years later she knows now that almost all of my personality and behavior is pure Doxie. The verdict is still out on what the rest of me is. Most people think I am a purebred when they see me. I am very flattered.