Month: June 2011

Whoa, I’m still hung over and queasy, but I had a wild weekend! I spent the weekend with Wyatt Ray Dawg and Evelyn the Embarrassment. That’s her new name. It was my 4-month ampuversary and my Woman loaded me and the Embarrassment and my Boy into the car and took us all away for the weekend. I don’t like car rides, you know, and I wasn’t happy to go. But it was still fun and entertaining. And dang did we keep the humans busy! That was worth every minute, watching them do all kinds of stuff to keep us happy and out of trouble. I figure it’s the least I can do to pay my Woman back for hacking off my leg.

So what did we do? Well, I slobbered a lot, panted a whole bunch and drank gallons of water. I growled some, curled my lip a few times, laid on the deck in the sun, ate some ice cream, and explored outside. I peed on as many of Wyatt’s pee spots as I could work it up for (why do you think I drank all that water) and continually ran up the hillside to my Car and waited for the back end to pop up so I could jump in. Hey, I have issues. You know this if you’ve been payin’ attention.

We were a bunch of recalcitrant miscreants, according to my Woman. Look it up. I did. (Recalcitrant: —Synonyms
1.  resistant, rebellious, opposed. See unruly.  Miscreant: 1. a wrongdoer or villain; 2. archaic an unbeliever or heretic)

Oh yeah, we were rebellious, unruly villains and heretics.  Here is proof:

 

I am very happy to report that I had my humongoid dental exam and extensive mouth tidying-up and it cost so much money! Yippee! I am worth a lot! My Woman got some help paying for it because she needed it, and she said she is very grateful. I don’t know anything about that, but I do know that I am stoned out of my mind on a bunch of pain meds and I am so happy! I even tried to help Evelyn chase a moth flying around the room and I fell over. Oh man, that was funny!

They put me to sleep but I woke up with 3 legs still. I thought that they might cut one more off or put the old one back on, but they didn’t. I was kind of disappointed. This is what they did to me: cleaned my teeth; x-rayed some of my teeth; pulled 3 teeth; removed 2 tumors from my gums; sewed up my gums; buffed my ugly nose!

Yep, while I was asleep they buffed off the nasty stuff on my nose. Now I have new medicine to take to try to fix my likely-lupus. Since I start off with a nice nose, my Woman will be able to tell better if the new stuff fixes it. If my nose looks good in a couple of weeks, then the medicine is working. I didn’t feel it when they did it, but it is raw and sore now. Another reason for the pain stuff. And now I have 5 medicines to take! Can you believe it? That’s a bunch, and I’m going to try my hardest to give my Woman a really hard time about it. Good luck, lady! (P.S. I brought home the disgusting teeth so if anyone wants to see them, send me a PM but DON’T tell my Woman, ‘k?)

It’s been a long time since I had any real news to report. Before this week, it was all the same: snow, rain, mud, snow, puddles. Lather, rinse, repeat. However, my Woman conspired against me and took me to a new v-e-t yesterday. I was not amused.

Shari here. For the record, Dakota does better in the car now that he can’t stand up and try to pace. Amputation apparently solves a myriad of problems.

I need to have my teeth fixed, and everyone knows about my schnoz. I have a working diagnosis of discoid lupus on my nose. My snoot. My snout. My schnozola. And the v-e-t thought it looked very much like lupus. And my Woman did act like she cared about me. When he told her all the things it looked like it could be, and then told her the treatment for those things, my Woman said “The treatments are all the same. So why do a biopsy?” I know what a biopsy is. They want to punch a piece out of this incredibly tender nose of mine. She tried to save me! I do love her!

There are several possibilities, but the treatment regimen for all included the same set of meds. I figure there is no reason to biopsy D if we can avoid it. He is traumatized enough just by looking at him cross-eyed. And 3 stitches in the tender nose sounds like something I would want to avoid for myself. If the nose doesn’t respond to treatment, then we may have to biopsy it.

They have ordered my medication and it should come in very soon, maybe today even. I have an appointment next week for my teeth. Because the jerks who tossed me out when I was a puppy didn’t take care of me or my mom, I have dental enamel hypoplasia. Big words. Another v-e-t said my mom probably had distemper when I was growing inside her, or maybe I had distemper when I was a baby. It often comes from that. But this hypoplasia business means my teeth are messed up. They’re all discolored, but the worst part is that they are weak and some are really worn. I don’t chew on tennis balls or rocks, but my teeth look like I do. Some are worn way down. I may come home with a lot fewer teeth than I have now. I also have developed a tumor at my gumline. This v-e-t thinks it’s benign, but it will be sent away to make sure.

Dakota developed on of these things almost overnight. It’s bugging him, but it will be gone next week, along with the tooth. I was told that they generally recur because they branch off from the offending tooth’s root. Dakota has a broken canine, which doesn’t appear to be hurting him but will likely be extracted. He’s had several extractions before. When he was a pup, we were told he might end up toothless due to his hypoplasia.

So that’s all the news from here. I’ll let you all know how things turn out next week.