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Old dog, new tricks

Dakota gets his 3rd chance at age 9

I got high with a little help from my friends


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This is your dog on drugs.












And this is your dog on drugs after surgery to remove a tooth that was broken off by the worst roommate in the world.









I am ok. I am on drugs. I am too wasted to write more. I will write more later. That is all.

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16 Comments to

“I got high with a little help from my friends”

  1. May 10th, 2012 at 8:12 pm      Reply etgayle Says:

    sweet dreams, handsome prince…..

    charon & spirit gayle

  2. May 10th, 2012 at 9:02 pm      Reply cometdog Says:

    Awwww. Dakota – I’m sorry about your tooth! I know Comet is looking down on you saying…..”I understand what is like to live with a monkeybutt.”
    But tell your mommy that it could be worse! Monkeybutt broke out his mommy’s front tooth a couple years ago!!!!

    Get well big boy!

  3. May 10th, 2012 at 9:52 pm      Reply anjl Says:

    Well Pal,
    It looks like you got the good stuff!
    I guess that’s what they refer to as a “toothless grin”
    Feel better and just say no…lol

  4. May 11th, 2012 at 5:37 am      Reply chilidawg Says:

    Aww Dakota. Finchy feels for you. He just had 6 teeth pulled. We are sending you lots of hugs from Noah and Juliana.

  5. May 11th, 2012 at 8:17 am      Reply rumblesmom Says:

    Hope you feel better soon, Dakota. But…you already look like you’re feeling pretty good…so I guess I mean that I hope your tooth-hole heals fast! 🙂
    And while you’re out of it, maybe you can dream up a clever way to get back at your roommate. You know, hide her stuff or something?

    • May 11th, 2012 at 8:35 am      Reply Dakota Dawg Says:

      Well…I started the fight. I don’t think I want to talk about it anymore. They cut open my head and pulled out the rest of the tooth. Oh, and drilled, too. Did you know how much of a canine tooth is up inside a dog’s head? I didn’t either but now I do!

  6. May 11th, 2012 at 6:28 pm      Reply Izzy, Ted's sister Says:

    D Dawg,
    You look so relaxed. Can I give Mulligan some of those drugs you have? Some days he is too much. We are all thinking of you, be sure to eat something so your Mom won’t worry.


  7. May 11th, 2012 at 7:40 pm      Reply Heather Says:

    Sweet dreams Dakota and no more food fights.

    Daisy, Shadow’s sister

  8. May 13th, 2012 at 9:52 pm      Reply wyattraydawg Says:

    WOOO HOOO! Did you get the spinnies too? Oh those are THE WORST!

    So did they give you a GOLD CROWN? Man I’m telling ya that’s GANGSTA! I hope so.

    • May 14th, 2012 at 11:17 am      Reply Dakota Dawg Says:

      Wyatt, I don’t know if I was spinning or not. I did sleep so very much. I didn’t get no crown, gold or otherwise. I even get a trip back to the v-e-t today cuz I don’t feel so hot. The Woman thinks I might have an infection.

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What came before

Dakota is our Golden Retriever mix, and he was likely born in February 2002. His full name is South Dakota Watson, and we found him on Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota in August 2002. The area we discovered him had no homes, no structures, no bodies of water, no shelter. He had his permanent teeth but was still a puppy, so we assumed 6 months was a reasonable age guesstimate. He weighed 12 pounds, which was grossly underweight. Two weeks later, he weighed 23 pounds. He was too weak to eat much so we fed him 6 times a day. Sometimes he would just collapse at his food dish and fall down, and I would have to feed him by hand.

I wish Dakota could write this page because he is the only one who knows the beginning. From his birth until the day we found him, we have no idea what he endured. Well, that’s not entirely true. We know some of it, and other bits we can infer from his behavior. For instance, we know for a fact that Dakota was suffering from malnutrition, sarcoptic mange, assorted internal parasites, flea anemia, dehydration and dental enamel hypoplasia (pitting and staining of the teeth commonly resulting from distemper as a puppy before the teeth emerge). We can infer that Dakota had distemper from the hypoplasia. We can infer that he was deliberately dumped. And we can infer that a man in a baseball cap wearing sunglasses hit him with some kind of stick and chased him off with a hose. Dakota has problems with all of those things.

Dakota has every reason in the world to hate people, but he doesn’t. He’s very mistrustful of strangers, but he is beyond loyal to his family. Once he meets someone and gets the ok from us, he opens his heart to them, too. He is very attached to me, probably because he was isolated (due to the mange) for the first 11 weeks we had him. He had nice digs set up for him in our house, but he could only look at our other 2 dogs and not touch them. I was the one providing all his care during that time, as we found out the hard way that mange can be transfered to humans. To protect our young son, no one but me played with Dakota during those 11 weeks.

Because we feel pretty sure that Dakota survived distemper, and he survived being abandoned, surviving cancer should be no biggie for him.

We know Dakota’s cancer is not an osteosarcoma, and his chest films were clear, one month apart. We are very optimistic about his long-term prognosis in light of those facts. Hopefully we have several more years with him and he will grow old with us, just as he should.

Right after we got home with Dakota, all 12 pounds of him.

Eyes swollen shut, ragged ears, and just as calm as could be.