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And a very Happy Barkday to all the puppies who were born on Valentine's Day (and a Happy Valentine's Day to one and all!)!!!!
It was such a great day! Even tho Mummy had to work (when doesn't she?), Auntie El-Pup played with me all day (got Shadow's nose out of joint because he wasn't primary target today heheheheh), fed me Chicken Carvers and other treats, let me run around and sniff around out in the back yard...what a great day! Of course, now that it's almost over, she won't let me have any of her chef's salad. Bummer!
Mummy took me to the vet this morning and dropped me off so I could have a chest x-ray and echo-cardiogram since Dr Han said she heard a heart murmur last week. Rachel was my nurse, and because she was my nurse, they didn't need to anaesthetise me or anything. She and Felix know just how to mellow me. Anyway, Mummy said that they found my heart is slightly enlarged (but no congestive heart failure) and my mitral valve isn't functioning properly. But the doctor said that the only meds they'll add right now is a broncholator because of my collapsed trachea. I 'honk' like a goose, according to Auntie El-Pup. The doctor told them to listen for a cough as opposed to a honk, cause that'll mean there's a problem. I don't really understand all this medical stuff, but Mummy and Auntie El do, and they're giving me extra love.
And Pucci left tonight. I wasn't even home 10 minutes when Mummy and Auntie El-Pup got Pooch and his bag of goodies for his furever people (and the behaviourist, in the meantime) and took him to the behaviourist's. He's getting neutered tomorrow (I was way too young to remember that, myself, but Shadow said the cone around his neck was a bigger pain than the surgery) and staying at the trainer's until he gets a furever home. When Mummy and Auntie El came home, Mummy had a big bandage on her finger...I guess he gave her something to remember him by (heheheheh) Auntie El just feels bad...she says she feels like she failed him. But now Shads n me have Mummy AND Auntie El all to ourselves again.
Shadow n me went to the vet on Friday for our 6 month check-ups, and the doctor told Mummy and Auntie El that she found a grade 3 heart murmur in me. Auntie El splained that by saying that one of the valves in my heart which help push the blood around isn't closing properly, making kinda a 'whoosh!' sound. I didn't understand, but I knew it had to not be good cuz Mummy started getting all misty-eyed, and Auntie El just picked me up and cuddled me with so much love, I could almost feel her telling someone 'No! You're NOT taking my Peasy away from us!' So the doctor (our regular doctor had her baby and wasn't there) told Mummy that I needed a chest x-ray and this ecko car-dee-o-gram (is that anything like a telegram?) So Monday morning, Mummy's dropping me off at the doctor's and going to work while I lay in my bed until they gotta do what they gotta do. Then, after work, Mummy'll pick me up and take me home where I can say good-bye to Pucci, who'll be leaving soon's I get in. He's going back to the trainer since he's getting neutered on Tuesday morning, and Auntie El-Pup is totally stressed out.
She danced with me and Shads tonight...it was fun. She even let me lead! Whoever said puppies can't waltz?! We danced to 'The Tennessee Waltz' and she and Shads danced to 'In The Still of the Night', which she's always said was his song because of the instrumental middle where the humans sing 'doo wop doo wop', she sings 'doo ba doo ba' for one of Shads' nicknames OobyDooby, which sometimes comes out 'Oobas and Doobas' I know, she's strange, but she's the closest thing to a dog's mentality we have. Mummy and everyone else thinks like a human and treats us like dogs. Auntie El treats us like peers