That Puppy Isn’t A Vacum Bag and as Such Isn’t Disposable

I’d like to say that there’s a good reason for me bing gone from the internet for so long; however there isn’t. I was busy, I was tired, I didn’t feel like writing blah blah blah.  However I’m back and as much as I would like the reason for my return to be that something so funny happened that I ran home to share it.  This is not the case.  Though bright side, I’ve decided to incorporate a dog day section to my blog.   Continue reading

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The Funny Thing About Vet Bills

Vet bills come in droves.  Everyone who has worked with animals knows this.

Recently Booge, our Boston Terrier, woke up one day having gone completely deaf over night and having no sense of equilibrium at all.  This was a Saturday and since he showed no improvement by Monday we took him to the vet.  I suspected an inner ear infection, but they couldn’t see one.  Thy said this kind of thing happens to old dogs sometimes, which is funny because until recently he was our “young” dog.  Anyway it has sense cleared up and he’s back to normal.

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Sleeping in the son dreaming of vet bills.

Shortly after that Dempsey stopped eating.  This wasn’t shocking, he hadn’t been a great eater ever since we got him and we may have been overwhelming him with food…  OR he ate the yoga mat we put in the bottom of his crate.  It was one of those.  My initial thought was yoga mat, but then he kept pooping and his stomach didn’t seem hot or dissented and he maintained his puppy like attitude.  So then I thought maybe he was just sick of food.  So we switched his food.  He wolfed it down and spent the next few hours vomiting.

Clearly all was not well. He went to the vet and they discovered that he had indeed eaten the yoga mat.  Not all of it, but quite a bit of it.  The good news was that none of it had moved to his intestines.  When we picked him up the next day we also got this picture:

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The pile was actually bigger than that but you get the point.  The poor guy had about 30 staples in his stomach and was forbidden from playing or getting them wet or having any fun at all, for two weeks.  He just got them out and is much happier and has put on about 15lbs since the incident.

Hope you leave here laughing,

Leenie

Magic Monday- Magic and McDonald’s

When we were really young, before John was born, my dad started taking the us to McDonalds or some other fast food joint for breakfast on Sundays, and then to the park or bowling or something else fun, so that mom could have a break from us.  This tradition continues to this day, though now it’s evolved to Dad picking it up and bringing it home for all of us.  Somewhere during the time we stopped all going at eating at the restaurant the dogs, which ever ones we had at the time, started getting to go.  The people who worked at the drive through always gave them treats.

This was a weekly problem for Magic, he hated car rides, but he knew if he didn’t go the other dogs would get food and he wouldn’t.

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Sometimes I want to sleep in on Sundays too!

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