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Dakota gets his 3rd chance at age 9

i do not like spaw days

April26

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hi everypawdy! i think it has been a long time since i writed here but i have been bizzy. i sleep so much you knoe. but i had this awful day and i wanted you all to knoe how mean my momma lady is cuz she made the day awful. she sed it was a spaw day. liar.

i can read minds. i readed momma lady’s mind. sometimes she goes into the bafroom and i follow her and wonder what she is doing. and sometimes she goes into the bafroom and i jus knoe she wants to give me a baf. i just knoe it! so that is what happened. i readed her mind and i started shaking and she started laffing. i hated her. i got flat on the floor and turned into a cement block and then she was not laffing. i showed her. but i still had a baf. damn her.

ennyway, she had more tricks. she took me to the v-e-t. i knoe what that is. i can spell. i am akshully a bery good speller. she put me in the car and i readed her mind agin. i was shaky and shaky and shaky at the v-e-t. but gess what? i losted 5 pounds since december! that is horrible! i am not eating enuff and i try to tell her that! she will not lissen to me.

the v-e-t is ok. but i was still scared. and then the most worse thing happened. the door opened to the room and 2 wimmen came in and they tried to use a noisy thing on my nales. they tried to grind them. and i almost broked my legs getting away. so then they went and got big cutting things and they held me down. and momma lady helped hold me down. and i grumbled and made a lot of noise. i was saying so many f-words. and they did not lissen. momma lady got close to me and sed i was good and she was proud of me and i just cussed and cussed. and she is still a liar.

a fat lot of good it did me. they cut off my nales.

i got back at my momma lady tho. she took me to the hardware store and i pooped on the floor.

that is all.

love, evelyn

2014-04-04 17.47.23


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“i do not like spaw days”

  1. April 26th, 2014 at 7:03 pm      Reply murphsmom Says:

    Oh, Evelyn. You are just too wonderful!

    I hate having my nales cut, too, but I do like the bath.

    Love, Murphy


    • April 27th, 2014 at 12:52 pm      Reply Dakota Dawg Says:

      Maybe you can give her some tips on how to tolerate baths better, Murphy. Oh wait…you’re a lab! Of course you love baths! I don’t think Ev will ever have a lab’s love for water, Murphy.


  2. April 26th, 2014 at 8:26 pm      Reply Michelle Says:

    Oh Evelyn, Jazz doesn’t like to have her toe nails cut anymore since she hurt her foot. So I am going to try Rescue Remedy. They had a spa day the other day. They didn’t like it very well.

    Hugs
    Michelle & Angel Sassy


  3. April 27th, 2014 at 11:50 am      Reply maximutt Says:

    Evelyn Doreen, you are so naturally beautiful that I can’t believe your momma lady even thought you needed a bath! But, I guess we all have to take a bath every now and again just for good measure. I’m so glad you survived that ordeal, and hopefully all is normal in your life once again!


  4. April 27th, 2014 at 2:07 pm      Reply lorimomofasaint Says:

    Hehehe..that face! I love her face 😉 Thanks for the smiles 😀


  5. April 27th, 2014 at 9:26 pm      Reply benny55 Says:

    EVELYN!! You articulated your feelings PERFECTLY!! You took “potty mouth” to a whole new levelof adoravle!

    I ave to say, I thinkmit’s the first time I’ve actually chuckled out loud for quite a bit! Well…more like laughing out loud!

    Shari, …er……Evelyn, this is comic relief personified!! REALLY, this needs to be printed in”BARK Magazine” or “Cesar’s Way”..or The Wall Street Journal!

    Now Evelyn, after everything our “Mommy Dearest” put you through, to think she’s not feeding you enough on to of everything else is just awful!! Yo MIST demand ice cream and chocolate and lots of M&M’s!

    Thanks Shari! This is brilliant…..and sooo true from Evely’s perspective! Spot-on!

    Much love and gratitide for the smiles,

    Sally and Happy Hannah


  6. April 28th, 2014 at 11:15 am      Reply wyattraydawg Says:

    Right on Evelyn, that’s the way to show ’em who’s boss!


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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.