June 3rd 2007 4:11 pm
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Oh no, I've been tagged! Lakota got me.
Here are the rules (Hint: Copy and paste the rules so you don't have to type them again):
Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged, need to post in their Diary the rules & their 7 pawsome facts. Then choose 7 dogs to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to bark them a pmail that they have been tagged and to read your Diary, or, send them a fun Rosette announcing they've been Tagged!
So here are 7 fun facts about me...
1. I absolutely, positively LOVE water!!! But then again don't all labs?!
2. My mom got my name from a character on her "soaps".
3. I love to wear clothes.
4. I chase the light from flashlights.
5. I've been told my stomache is like a bottomless pit!
6. Whenever I want a treat I just sit in front of the pantry door and won't budge until I get it.
7. I'm a "professional" cat herder!
My 7 tags are:
June 16th 2006 5:55 pm
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Wow, I just realized how long it's been since I wrote my last entry. Way too long, that's how long. How wrong of me to leave you guys hangin' like that, wondering how my health is. Or do you even care, *BOL*. Either way, I'm gonna tell you the rest of what happened anyway, so just suck it up and read!!!
So we were in the exam room and mom had just finished blabbing about all of my personal issues when the Vet guy got up and said he was gonna do a full body exam. A full body WHAT? OH HECK NO!!!! You're not putting your hands anywhere near me. Okay, so I'm all talk 'cause I didn't put up any fight while he was examining me. That is unless you count whining! I admit I can be quite the whiner when it comes to the Vet's office. Mom says I'm such a big baby. No I'm not. It is perfectly fine for a grown girl like me to shed a few tears. I mean so what if Paris is so much braver than me. She doesn't let out a single peep. She just stands there all quiet and still. Can you believe that? It's so not fair that Paris has to make me look so bad when we're at the Vet. She makes me come across as some sort of a sissy. At which I'm definitely not. After all, Paris, who was the one who saved you from the huge Rottweiler? Huh? That's right, it was me, but that's a whole different story. I'm not a sissy, uh uh, no way.
Back to the rest of my story....
The Vet was very thorough about checking my health this time. He checked the usuals, you know the eyes, teeth, ears, etc. My ears were still bad. I still have an ear infection, going on 2 months. No wonder I shake my head so much. After doing the basics, the Vet continued on to checking all of my joints. After doing so he went to sit back down and he wrote a bunch of stuff down. I wonder what he wrote. Maybe something really cool and secretive. Or maybe he just wrote down everything that was wrong with me. Trust me, there's a pretty hefty list. The Vet then preceded to ask mom a series of odd questions, one of which was, "Did you notice that her back legs are kind of crooked?" Hey, don't you be making fun of my legs! Mom replied, "Yes, she's had that her whole life." The Vet then replied, "Exactly." Okay..... so what's that supposed to mean? Who knows what that guy was talking about! *BOL* He then went on to tell us that I have something rare... something that he has never seen in a dog my size. He told us I had luxating patellas. The Vet also said that they usually only seen this type of condition in toy breeds. Yay, this means I'm special, right? Nope, not this time. Because of having luxating patellas I also have arthritis in a lot of my joints. Yup, it's certainly a joy being me! That's not even the end of my illnesses. To top it all off, I also have.... drum roll please....... hypothyroidism. Yay me!!! My mom was the one who actually diagnosed me with the hypothyroidism.
We had gone to this same Vet a month before this visit and the Vet didn't know what was wrong with me. He was pretty much no help to us. After returning home from the Vet that time, my condition continued to worsen and worsen. It got to the point where I didn't want to do any of the things I loved doing. I wouldn't play, I stopped wanting to go on walks.... that was the last straw. Mom knew there was something seriously wrong with me when I stopped wanting to go on walks. So anyway, that's when mom called up the Vet and demanded more blood tests. She told him the ones she wanted and after my body exam, the Vet took blood samples and sent them off to the lab. The only thing mom really wanted me tested for is Hypothyroidism. She was 100% certain that was what I had. Sure enough, mom got a call from the Vet the day after my visit and he told us the news. Mom was right all along, I have Hypothyroidism. I am so proud of my mom, though it's pretty sad that she was the one to actually diagnose me and not the Vet. Maybe we should consider a change in Vets, or better yet not go to a Vet ever again! That would be so awesome, a world with no Vets! But then again, I would still be very sick if we hadn't gone to the Vet. I guess the Vet isn't all that bad after all. That was my crazy and very frustrating Vet adventure. A lot of worrying and close to a thousand dollars later, I'm on the road to recovery. A road that may never end, seeing that I probably have to take my Thyroid medication for the rest of my life. Oh well, at least I have a good home with many people that love and care about me. I wish I could say that about every doggie. Sadly, there are so many animals that don't have such a great life. Some many of these poor souls are abused, mistreated, and end up at shelters. What a sad life. I wish everyone had a wonderful loving home like me. It's just not fair.
I've got to go for now. My paws are starting to hurt from all of this typing!!! *BOL* Stay tuned for upcoming diary entries. I have so much to talk about, including our awesome trip to the beach!
♥ Many Kisses ♥
May 18th 2006 12:45 pm
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I was all excited last night because mom told me we were going somewhere "special" tomorrow. Come to find out, we have very different opinions about what a "special" place should be. I woke up early this morning and couldn't wait to go to the "special" place. When mom finally woke up I got all wiggly and couldn't help but follow her everywhere. When she got down the stairs she stopped suddenly and shrieked, "Oh...my...God!" I was completely startled. Uh oh, what did I do now. Whatever it is, I'm innocent... it was... it was... Paris. Yeah, Paris did it I saw her! Obviously we were talking about two different things because mom then said, "Geez I can't believe we missed your appointment." My WHAT? Lets just say the so-called "special" place we were going was to the Vet. Come on mom, the Vet is not a special place. It's pure evil. Evil I say, evil. Right then I was sort of relieved because we had missed the appointment so therefore I had dodged the bullet, right? Wrong. Just then the Vet called and asked why we had missed our appointment. Mom was very apologetic and asked if they had any more openings for today. I crossed my fingers, hoping there wouldn't be any more openings, but ofcourse there were so mom set up an appointment for noon. Just when I thought I was off the hook... this happens. Grrr!!
The wait in the exam room was quite agonizing... and extremely quiet I might add. It was one of those times where it's so quiet you can hear a pin drop. Boy do I hate those moments. Anyway, the vet comes in and has a short chat with mom and she spills about all of my problems. Thanks mom, I'm glad you feel it's alright to share a girl's personal issues. Haven't you heard of privacy or personal space? The worst part... you did so right in front of me. I know people say they don't like to be talked about behind their backs, but come on we were in the same room... I was sitting right next to you. We're gonna have to have a long talk about this mom! *BOL*
To be continued.......