Sunday, April 15, 2018

Busy morning; rain coming

I'm feeling a lot better today. Friday and Saturday were the pits but when Mom and I got up this morning, I was hungry. I ate two whole cups of my dog food (I get four a day) and a half a can of the fancy digestive stuff Mom got from my vet. I felt pretty perky after that! 

Mom and Dad had a few things to finish outside. Dad had to put the battery charger on the Craftsman mower yesterday. Dad took the charger off and Mom started the mower and drove it out and back our lane, then parked it in the shed. I trotted along beside her but I didn't run fast or anything. 

Cousin Dave was out in his yard so we went down and said hello to him. Dad checked out the John Deere for something he forgot yesterday and then Mom parked that behind the shed. I didn't mean to do it, but I got in the way a little bit. Dad didn't yell at me. He just looked me in the eye and said MOVE. So I moved. Dad means it when he says MOVE.

Then I helped Mom pick daffodils because it's going to rain. Mom checked the screens in the gutters, too. I don't like it when Mom does that. She gets really high up there on the ladder! 

So I'm doing a lot better. Mom says I still have to take all the pills so we can be sure the parasite is dead. I don't mind. The pill is wrapped in a cheese slice. 

I think I'll find a comfy spot to watch it rain. My afternoon nap has nothing to do with being sick. I take one every day. Maybe I can convince Mom to take a nap on the bed with me. I'd really like that. 

Friday, April 13, 2018

Parasites are a bad thing

I haven't been feeling well the last few days. Is droopy the same as lethargic? Mom has said I'm both. If droopy and lethargic mean I haven't had the energy to play much, then I understand. 

I don't really know when I started to feel bad. Mom's been hovering over me for a few days. She seems to have a sense about these things. She notices everything, too. Like I didn't feel like eating and drinking yesterday and I should have remembered she goes off the rails when I don't drink enough. 

Sure enough, she called the vet. I really hate it when she does that. I'll be bratty and stick my tongue out at her for that. 

I did not have a good time at the vet. The vet took my temperature. Would you like to guess how he did that? THEN, to add insult to injury, he used his finger to try to get a "sample." What the hell? A sample of WHAT? My saliva?

Following that indignity, the vet stuck me with a needle and sucked out my blood. My blood! I need that blood! So now Mom knows I don't have Lyme Disease or heartworm, but it seems I did pick up a nasty parasite somewhere. 

The vet checked my back and hips and said there were no overt problems. My teeth are good and I don't seem to have any blockages, just a... what the heck is a parasite, anyway? Mom needs to explain that a little better because this is uncharted territory for me. 

Anyway, the vet gave me a pain pill then injected fluid under my skin in four places. Mom says I'll be lumpy for awhile but they'll go away. I was given a metrona...metronidaz...metroledazi...  I'm just a Lab. I can't spell it or pronounce but it's supposed to kill the parasite. To help get my stomach back on track while I take the medicine, I get to take Pepcid and eat some special canned dog food. Mom said I cost her $362. Is that a lot of money? It's a good thing Mom loves me.

It's a good thing to get medicine when you need, but the downside is no Frisbee, no ball, no long walks - no nothing - until I've taken all the medicine. That's at least five days. Once I start to feel better, I'm going to be very bored. 

I'd try to talk Dad into playing, but Mom is watching him, too. 

Tuesday, March 27, 2018

Dog Tales - those who came before me

Mom has had a lot of dogs in her life. There was her first dog, Rebel. He was an English Setter. Reba was a collie mix. Raven was black like me but her fur was longer. There was little Bogie, Rogue, Amy, Penny, Nickel, Sunny. Then there were Callahan and Jett.

Mom says they were all mostly good dogs, but Callahan and Jett were special, like me. Mom started a section on her blog to tell all about those dogs, starting with Rebel.

She says you can go here to start reading. 

I helped her write each story about her dogs. I was beside her in her office and kept her from getting sad. 

I'm Deuce, and I know how to take care of Mom. 

Friday, March 23, 2018

Snow sucks

Do I look like a happy dog to you? I'm not. Mom and Dad told me it's now spring. Really? I've been waiting and waiting for this spring thing to get here and it was a bust, let me tell you. 

I thought spring would be a good thing. Mom promised me more walks in the woods. Dad said we could spend more time outside and I could help him do work in the shed. Mom talked about getting my tunnel set up and her and Cousin Dave have talked about getting me and Bella together for play dates. 

So spring arrived and it snowed ten inches. Just look at it piled up on my porch! Do you know how cold snow is on a guy's paws? (Not to mention a few other body parts.) I thought I'd like snow but it really limits a guy's options and opportunities. I can only sleep so much before I get bored and need to DO something.

It snowed all night and all day. The only good thing about it was Mom was home all day with me. We went out a few times so I could do my outside activities, but I got wet so we didn't linger long. Mom threw the Frisbee for me but it got snow covered and wouldn't fly. What a bust. 

I sure hope spring gets here soon. Being cooped up inside with Mom and Dad is okay, but I really need some serious play time. I want to get in the creek and splash around but the water is too cold. I need sunshine to really show off my black fur coat. 

I'll try to avoid being discouraged. Mom and Dad promised it wouldn't be much longer and they've never been wrong before. I'll just have to wait it out like everyone else. Have I mentioned waiting for anything is not my strong point? 

Saturday, March 3, 2018

Deuce goes bowling!

Did you know Mom and Dad met at the bowling alley? They did. Now I've never been there but I know Mom has a really good time on her bowling night. She and Dad text back and forth when she's bowling. Mom's usually bragging because she does pretty good and that makes Dad happy. It's too bad Dad can't get to the bowling alley any longer but the building doesn't have a ramp for his power chair. That means he can't even go watch. 

Oh, wait. If he went to watch Mom bowl, I'd be home alone. I would not like that. 

Mom has a few old bowling balls in the den. She uses them as bookends. Anyway, she got an old plastic Brunswick down and told me it's mine! I love balls! I even love balls I can't pick up! 

I can't pick up a bowling ball, but I sure can roll it around the yard. I love bowling! I can't wait until it's warmer outside to bowl some more! Next time I'll try to keep it from rolling all the way down the hill. 

Here's me bowling! I'm Deuce! I look pretty handsome on the screen, don't I?

Friday, March 2, 2018

Blue bunnies

Mom got me a little blue bunny yesterday. She was at the dollar store. She saw it and knew right away I'd love, love, love it. It's not very big, but it is blue. I like blue. I can see blue although maybe not the same way Mom sees it. 

Dad was sure I'd rip the stuffing right out of the bunny but I fooled him. I haven't had a stuffed animal since I was a little guy and that's what I used to do. I'm all grown up now.

I think this was a test. I overheard Mom tell Dad a "kitty-kitty" would be bigger. (I hear EVERYTHING.) That got me pretty excited. I remember the cat we had when I was just a pup. When Mom says "kitty-kitty" I know exactly what she's talking about. 

Mom thinks because I didn't rip the stuffing out of the bunny right away, I might be mature enough for us to get a kitten. 

She might be right. Until then, I'll just carry the bunny around with me. It's good practice in case the kitten will let me carry him. 

Mom says I shouldn't get my hopes up for that to happen.

***UPDATE from Mom
The bunny met its demise March 4th. It had a very cherished life up until the end. 

Monday, February 26, 2018

Is the sun ever going to shine again?

I don't think February has been much fun. It snowed one day which was okay, but it mostly rained. Rain is soooo boring. Mom and Dad take me outside but rain when it's cold outside isn't fun for anyone.

Heck, I didn't do enough of anything to put it all together and blog. Mom and Dad watched the Daytona 500. The meat and cheese plate was a good thing if you ask me. I enjoyed getting bites of everything.

Dad watched a lot of television this month. I slept on the couch to keep him company.

Mom spent a lot of evenings in her office this month. She's been writing which makes her feel good. She really likes it when I nap under her desk. She tucks her toes under me to keep them warm. It's pretty cool when she wiggles them. Sometimes we play footsies. I just have to be careful not to scratch her with a claw. 

I heard her tell Dad she wishes she could concentrate better, that she has too much on the go at one time. Mom really wants to retire so she can be home with us. I'd like that a lot. We'd have time to go for a real walk every day instead of just in and out the lane a couple of times a day when it's almost dark. Walking in the woods is a lot more fun. Mom says summer's coming and we'll have more daylight so I need to be patient. I'm better with that than I used to be.

Speaking of walking down the lane, Bella was out in Cousin Dave's yard this morning and we got to say hello to each other. Now that she's all grown up I hope we can play more this summer. I'm a lot bigger than her but I know how to let her think she's the boss. You have to do that with females from another pack.

I hope March is more fun than February. I don't like being bored.

Wednesday, February 7, 2018

And then there was ice

Ice that falls from the sky is not a good thing. I don't like it. Well, except for the fact Mom stayed home with me and Dad today. I like that. But ice on the ground, the kind you can't eat, is bad. 

First thing this morning when Mom let me outside to do my morning activities, I slipped. I spread my toes as wide as I could and I still slipped.  There was no traction to be had. I'm glad Mom didn't ask me to play ball because I don't know what I would have done. It would have been a real dilemma for me. But Mom could tell I didn't like the footing. I did what I had to do and went back inside with Mom and Dad. 

It's a good day for a nap but I don't think I'm going to get one. Every time the heat pump kicks on the ice flies off the fan blades and wakes me. What a racket! Oh, well. 

They say spring is coming. I'll believe it when I see it.

Saturday, February 3, 2018

A quick walk on a cold day

I love Saturdays! Mom is home with Dad and me, and I get to do cool things with her. It's really fun 
to be able to play ball with her when it's not getting dark. Dad says the days are getting longer and pretty soon we'll have daylight when Mom gets home from work. 

It's been cold this winter. I hear Mom and Dad talking about it a lot. Mom has a website she checks all the time that has the daily temperatures for our area on it. She says our warmest January was back in 1932. It averaged 42.9F that month. This January isn't going to be anywhere close to that. It was zero degrees a lot! No wonder she didn't want to take me for a Saturday walk for weeks and weeks. 

Today was better. It was about 32F, or right at the freezing mark, but the wind wasn't blowing very hard. We'd have frozen solid if we'd gone outside in the wind yesterday. I made quick work of my necessary outside trips, let me tell you. I'm Deuce and I know when it's too cold to be outside on a lark.  

Mom bundled up in a coat and put on this weird hat/scarf thing on her head. The scarf part has built in pockets to keep her hands warm. Anyway, we walked along our favorite road. It goes into the state park and cars can't drive on it. Except for the park rangers but they don't bother us because we don't bother them.

I was a little disappointed, though. We got to one of my favorite spots to play in the creek and it was frozen. Mom said that meant it was too cold for little ol' me to jump in. There's a really deep hole just before the water goes into the pipe and I love, love, love to hop in. When it's warm, Mom sits on the edge and applauds my splashing efforts. We have a lot fun at that spot.

On the way home, I was bad and disobeyed Mom. I don't do that very often and I really wanted to jump in the water just once! I waited until we got to the very last spot, at Cousin Chris's damn. There wasn't any ice there and I jumped in. Mom was right. The water was freezing! I got out in a hurry, let me tell you. 

I can't wait until spring gets here! 

Sunday, January 14, 2018

Happy 2nd Birthday to me!

Mom says today is my birthday! I'm TWO! I can't read the calendar but I'm sure Mom is correct. She has my birth certificate and keeps track everything in a notebook. 

Two doesn't feel any different from one and a bunch of days. But then there was breakfast.

I love breakfast on my birthday! Pancakes! Bacon! Eggs! Sausage! Dad fixed us what he called a "farmhouse" breakfast because it was my birthday. (Mom said good - she won't have to cook today.) Anyway, I had a whole pancake with butter, two pieces of crispy bacon, a sausage link, and a whole egg! I love breakfast! Breakfast is the best! 

Mom says I can't have anything but dog food for at least a week now. I'd rather celebrate my birthday EVERY day! I hate to admit it, but I guess Mom is right. It's okay to splurge on my birthday but then I have to be mindful I get the right protein for a dog. 

Mom says it's too cold outside to take me for a long walk so she and Dad plan to play ball and Frisbee a lot today. That's a good birthday present, too. I'll chase the ball until my paws get cold. And speaking of paws, mine is much, much better. It doesn't seem to hurt at all now and I've been doing some running on it. 

Being two means I really am all grown up. I'm who I'm always going to be now. Mom says I'm independent, loving, energetic, friendly, a good observer, entertaining, obedient, and intelligent. That's a lot of words to describe little ol' me. I can sum it up in two words. 

I'm Deuce! 

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

I hurt my paw

I hurt my right front paw. I don't know how I did it. I don't remember doing it. Mom dragged me to the vet so I really wish I hadn't done it.

It started on Sunday. I heard Mom ask Dad if he'd noticed me limping. He said maybe and that was all it took. Mom turned into a hover-hawk-Mom. Every time I walked she watched me. She even took me outside for no reason except to watch me walk.

Yesterday, that was Monday, my paw hurt a little worse when Mom took me outside first thing in the morning so I could do my outside activity stuff. Then she told Dad which meant Dad took me outside during the day but he wouldn't play ball. He didn't want me to do any running. Then before Mom and I went to bed, they ganged up on me.

They tricked me into getting on the bed and rolling over. Then Dad held the flashlight while Mom examined my paw. She told Dad she saw a red bump that looked like a pimple. (What the hell is a pimple?) She told Dad if I wasn't better in a day or two, she'd call the vet.

Mom lied. She called the vet this morning!

It seems she didn't like the way I limped this morning, or that I held my front paw up when I tinkled. (She laughed at me when I did that. Don't let her say she didn't.) Then they double-teamed me on the bed again. Mom had my paw and hit a spot that really hurt and I sorta almost snapped at her it hurt so bad.

I was really ashamed I did that. Mom fussed me just a little bit because she had to but then she stroked my face and told me it was okay. She understood it had hurt.

And then she called the vet.  She even left work early to come get me and Dad. 

The vet was really nice to me. I could tell he didn't mean to hurt me but he did. He took a real sharp needle and jabbed the pimple. I hate needles! Then he squeezed my paw some more and I did not like that at all, but my paw felt a little better after he did that. Mom said there was nasty stuff in there I don't want to know about. 

Now Mom has pills to give me every day for five days which means cheese. I love cheese! Maybe I'll allow her to soak my foot in Epsom salt like the vet said and maybe I won't. We'll have to see about that. 

I'll have to be more careful outside. This could have been a lot worse than the vet sticking me. Dad said my paw might have fallen off! I think he's pulling my tail. 

Isn't he?

Monday, January 1, 2018

Happy Very Cold New Year's Day!

It's cold outside. Dad says we're in a deep freeze. Is that like Mom's freezer? Humans can be a bit confusing at times. I just know my toes got really cold when Mom took me out to play. 

Yesterday Mom was working on a story and Dad was watching the television. I was bored so I tried to get Mom to put on a coat and take me out to play ball. It worked! We went out but then my feet were so cold I ran past Mom with the ball and headed for the door. She laughed and followed me. It's kinda cool when Mom knows exactly what I need and I needed to get my feet warm!

It's even colder today. We stayed up late to watch that silly ball drop again. I still don't get it. What good is a ball you can't play with? Because Mom stayed up late, we slept in this morning. I'm glad, too. I bet it was really cold at six a.m.

I think today is a good day to stay inside where it's warm. I'm sure Mom can think up a few games for me to play when I get antsy.

Mom says I'll be two years old in just a few days and that's a good start for the New Year. As long as me, Mom and Dad are a pack, this year will be great!