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What it's like

November 2009

So far, this month has not bee a good one. I know, I know, it's just started, but I've been thru enough to last the entire month.
Starting off with my youngest son (Roy's dad) had the flu. Mayne, Oh Mayne, are males something else when they are sick. Then, slowly, I had been noticing that Roy was displaying symptoms of the ear infection that we thought we'd gotten rid of, coming back. Not to mention that he's been licking on his tummy until it's raw.
Now, mind you, I was under the impression that we only had one vet in my area. Why? Because I've never heard anyone talk about any other vet. Makes sense for a town that doesn't even have a Red Lobster or IHOP. So it's not like it was out of the question. Oh, there are others in nearby towns, so it would be just like finding a restaurant. The reason I'm telling this is because I DO NOT LIKE THE LOCAL VET. They are not friendly, they don't handle the animals gently enough-tho I have a dog that's a handful-in short, I just don't like them. So it dawned on me since now I get a post card in the mail saying he needs his booster rabies shot, I get out the old phone book and go to looking. Low & behold, there's a doctor across town! Oh Oh, wait! It's the same name as the doctor that heads our local office, that's out of the question. My son reminds me that simply b/c of the location of the other office(the "good" part of town), he'd probably get better care. I'm still not giving them my money, cuz I don't like them. So I kept looking. Finally, YES! There is another vet just twenty minutes from my house! So I made an appoint. From the time they answered the phone, I felt like this was going to be the place where I'd feel comfortable with my dog in their care. She said she'd never seen his breed, but couldn't wait to see him.
When we got there, the vet not only fully explained every little detail, he also drew diagrams on a dry erase board! All while making me feel like I was at nothing more than the family get together, telling jokes, making sure to pet Roy. It really was a wonderful experience.
Now, my poor doggie has to wear a cable channel antennae so he can't scratch or lick himself. Good thing the medicine he gave us for his stomach is working really fast! Roy is tearing my house up with that big thing they got around his head! LOL

Bizzy, bizzy, bizzy!

Hello Everyone.
Today, I'm taking it easy. Why? Yesterday, I had a very busy day. Most any day, I spend my time tending to my Meemaw. Before I picked them, she lead a pretty boring life. She sat home, didn't go out much, and had a bad attitude. Can't rightly blame her, she has Systemic Lupus and is on the transplant list waiting for a kidney.
Now, I can make her smile just by walking in the room. She really gets those gut busting outbursts if I flop one of my long ears over. She just beams. When I first came here, she was one of those that refused to train me on paper or in the kennel, so every, and I do mean every fifteen minutes, she took me out. For the first two weeks, it tired her out so much, she had to sit on the steps and scoot down the stairs. It was hard, b/c she'd have me on her lap. Until I was almost two and half months, I was scared of those dang stairs! There were so many and I was so tiny. But we got it finally, and now, there's nothing I can't conquer!
Well, yesterday, my daddy brought home one of those cold viruses and it had a hold on him big time! He could barely get out the bed. Meemaw thought it was the flu, that's how bad it was.
Getting these two to understand me is nerve wrecking sometimes! I kept opening their bedroom doors so I could keep an eye on them, and they kept closing them! Jeez! It took them half the day to figure out that no matter how many times they closed those doors, I was going to open them back up! LOL
Finally, they let me do my job and watch over them.
Today, my daddy's feeling better, tho that cough scares me. Meemaw said that's natural and I shouldn't worry.

I just don't understand

I really don't understand after having this dog, why more aren't jumping to make sure the world knows about these dogs.
When we got Roy, most people asked if he was a Lab. When they are puppies, they do look similar. No one anywhere near here had ever heard of BMC's. So each time we'd have to explain, we'd just tell them "he's an Old Yeller" dog. One day, a man from Alabama passed by the house, the excitement on his face shown thru a cloudy day. "That's a Black Mouth Cur!", he said in a voice that had to be an octave higher than his norm. Yes! Finally, someone knew what my dog was, for even the vet that we use-I know, I'm trying to find a new one-didn't know that a BMC could be a pure breed. That's another story for another day. *tee hee* He then went on to tell me of how down there, they really are man's best friend and all the wonderful attributes of these dogs. "Get him to some water, they love to swim", I did, and he does. LOL