It's my (LATE) Birthday!

Hey everyone! It was my birthday on Thursday. March 8th, and I was 4. And mom forgot. It took her looking at her email and seeing a birthday greeting from Dogster, to trigger her memory. (Thanks Dogster!) How do you think that makes me feel! And it was quite late at night when she remembered, so she said she couldn't go out and get me anything. She did take us for a good long play with some new pups at the training center the next night, but that is our normal Friday night routine. Oh well, mom IS going away this coming weekend (I get to stay with the poodle girls!) and she is going to a place with lots and lots of great doggie stores. Maybe she will bring me back some special cookies and toys! I can't wait!

Thank you to everyone on Dogster who wished me a happy birthday. Better late than never! And thank you, every-dog who sent me a rosette and stars! They look so nice and pretty on my page. I hope I can do the same for you dogs!

Waiting.................and Waiting..................

So I had another set of seizures 3 weeks ago, which was exactly 3 weeks after the last set of seizures. So now mom is walking on pins and needles. Every time I do something she thinks is "weird" or out of the ordinary, she is freaking out. I think she is paranoid. I guess I can understand why. If I am on a schedule with my seizures, I gues I am due to have a few some time soon here. And she needs to get as much information on them as possible, as we are trying to find a reason for them. Our vet and our breeder are thinking it is a side effect of the Sentinel we were given when we went on holidays. Our breeder is not a happy camper with the situation. It even means she may not sell us another puppy, as mom and dad are thinking of getting #4 since I cannot be bred anymore!

But the vet is looking into getting more info from the makers of Sentinel, see what they are willing to do to prove it wasn't their product. So, we just wait and see what they think, what the vet can do, and what our breeder and her vet say. All these tests and such, NO FUN!

On a lighter note, mom says we have a rally-o trial coming up in 3 weeks! Yay! I really don't like them, but there will be lots of people there to pet me and coo over me, especially now that I am considered "special" because of my seizures! I really like all that attention.

But I know that mom is really hoping that this time we get a leg in Excellent. I stress out so much, that once I make a little mistake, I am done for the rest of the run. Last trial, we won for the most NQ's in a course! Both days! So I am going to do my best not to disappoint her this time, and get a leg or two! Maybe even my title! Although, that might be pushing it a bit! But here's hopin', and wish me luck!

Strange Times

So I am a little behind on my entries.

All had been good, up until the week before Christmas! We ran the trial in November, with me getting so stressed out, I kind of flubbed it up, and won the prize for most NQ's on a course! Maybe I can do better in February! We have been doing classes, relaxing, having fun, and then........the week before christmas came.

I will let mom talk here.
I was sleeping, with Duncan laying beside me, between me and the edge of the bed. I woke up to a CLUNK, and new Duncan had fallen off the bed. He has fallen off 2 times before, but he was helped those times, by accident of course! You can't control what your arms or legs do when you are sleeping! Usually, I have woken up to the clunk, looked over the edge of the bed, and he is laying there, just looking up at me, with a look like "What just happened???" Well this time, I looked down, and he was trying to get up, but his back end kept collapsing, and he couldn't stand. Then he fell over, and starting seizing. Grande Mal Seizure, for sure. It didn't last long, less than a minute, but it sure took him a long time to get back to being himself! Scary! We were unable to take him to the vet that day (I know, should have made them take him, but anyway...), but we got him in the next day. I really didn't want to, but I had to go to work. I could have taken him with me, but I thought he might be more stressed in a crate under my desk than he would have been at home. So I went to work. When I got home at 5, I knew he had had another seizure while we had been out (my bf had to go out for a few hours while I was at work) cause his fur was all crunchy and wet looking around his mouth. Then, quite a bit later that night, he had another one, this one lasting almost 2 minutes! I decided to stay up with him on the couch and not let him on the bed, cause he seemed to seize when he was sleeping. So I stayed up all night with him!

When we took him to the vet, the vet said there was nothing we could do until he never had one again, or did have another seizure. The vet is quite sure the seizure was a direct reaction to falling off the bed. He thinks Duncan may have hit his head on the night table or the wall, and that if that is the case, he may have had swelling in his brain, and that was the cause of the seizures!

So, now we take it all one day at a time! He is no longer allowed to sleep beside me on the outside side of the bed. He has to sleep in the middle between my bf and I! So, now we wait! If we are lucky, we will wait his whole life for another.

But, we have really liked Christmas time, as mom was home a whole bunch with us because it was christmas! It is too bad she can't be home with us this much all the time!

Happy New Year everyone! May it bring peace, love and good cookies!

Summer is over!

Oh No! Summer is over! That means no more Friday night play times at the doggie center. It means I will have to start working again in my Friday night rally-o classes. Don't get me wrong, I like classes, with all the treats I get, and all the new doggies I get to meet. It just isn't the same as our Friday night play classes we had all summer with the poodles!

I have been doing CD/CDX classes, to get ready for my upcoming CKC trial on October 1st. Mom is putting Lexi and I in, but I heard her say that she is only putting Lexi in for the experience, that she doesn't think Lexi can do it. But I also heard her say she thinks I should ace both trials! Yay!

But..........I also heard that I have to go to the vets for a check up. And we have to go to the opthalmologists to get our eyes checked. That doesn't sound like fun.

But on the good side, mom said she wants to have puppies in the spring, so maybe that means I get to have a good time! WooHoo!

I hope everyone had a good summer, and was able to keep in shape. We got to do lots of exploring in neat and different places. Did you know that the ocean tastes funny? Not good for drinking!

Keep in touch with all your new friends you met during the summer!

Duncan

I am going crazy!!!

Oh my Oh my Oh my! Ok, so those aren't really the words I want to use to describe what is going on, and how I feel, but I think this is a G rated website, so I have to keep it clean.

Both of my sisters are in heat, and have been for about two weeks. They both smell SOOOOOOOOOOOO good. Especially Lexi. I just can't leave her alone. I just keep sniffing and sniffing and sniffing. Mom says we look like a train, my nose is always in her bum!

But I keep getting in trouble for sniffing Lexi. I just won't leave her alone. I just have to smell her. And I have to see her at all times. If she goes outside without me, I get really anxious. If she goes under the covers, and I can't see her, I get really nervous. I don't know what it is, but I have to see her and be near her and sniff her! And mom keeps getting mad at me for it. She says she knows it is just my hormones, but still!

I am going CRAZY!!!!!!!!!! When will all this be over!!!

Hormonally H#*ny
Duncan

so exciting!

Yay!!!!!! Today I am so happy! My good friend (and look-alike twin) Sabra is coming to stay at our house today! It is so much fun when she comes! She whines a bit cause she misses her mommy, but that is ok, cause I whine when I am away from my mommy too!

Also, tomorrow I get to see my aunty Bonnie! That makes me even happier!

This is all good since I was so sad yesterday since mom had to work on a day she doesn't usually work, and was away for a long long time!

yay, Sabra and Bonnie! And rally league today. So much excitement!

What? What happened!?!?!?!?!?!

Ok, so last thing I remember, is mom getting up extra early on Friday morning, and being kind of stressed about something. I knew something was up. She had fed me really early the day before, and then my sisters got fed, but I wasn't given any food! And then dad took all the water dishes away. So, I knew something was going to happen, and it couldn't be good. I had heard about this sort of thing from my doggie pals at school. It never ended well.

So, that morning, the girls got fed, again, with out my being allowed to eat! And then mom got my leash and put me in the car. I didn't make it easy for her though, I put up a good fight. I thought maybe if I annoyed them, they would just put me back in the house. So, I spinned and barked and howled and everything I could think of in the car (except pee, cause that would make me a BAD DOG, and I am a good dog on most occasions). And then it hit me. We arrived at the VETS! It was my worst nightmare come true. It was just like the dogs at school tell it. You go to the vets early in the morning, and then next thing you know you wake up and..........*shudder* I don't even want to think about it!

So, we went in, mom had to sign a bunch of paperwork, and dad was kind of being embarassing and kept petting me and kissing me. I think I should have peed in the car! They took off my collar and put on a paper one, and then the vet looked me over (but no thermometer, thank goodness). And then mom and dad left! They left me there! The vet put me in a crate, and that was all I could remember until I woke up in the crate feeling like when dad smells funny in the morning after being away all night!

Then mom and dad came to get me, and its all kind of foggy, but I sort of remember being hungry and thirsty, kind of sick feeling, and really really sleepy. Then I woke up, and it was morning, and I was clear headed. I had bandages on my back legs, but my worst fears weren't recognized! My little buddies were still there! Whew, everyone at dog school was wrong! My mouth was a little sore, but that didn't matter. I still had my buddies! Yay! Mom says I just had my teeth cleaned, and dew claws(?) removed and hip xrays for OFA (whatever that means). Yay! I am the happiest male dog who ever went to the vets, went under, and still was a man to prove it after!

What? What happened!?!?!?!?!?!

Ok, so last thing I remember, is mom getting up extra early on Friday morning, and being kind of stressed about something. I knew something was up. She had fed me really early the day before, and then my sisters got fed, but I wasn't given any food! And then dad took all the water dishes away. So, I knew something was going to happen, and it couldn't be good. I had heard about this sort of thing from my doggie pals at school. It never ended well.

So, that morning, the girls got fed, again, with out my being allowed to eat! And then mom got my leash and put me in the car. I didn't make it easy for her though, I put up a good fight. I thought maybe if I annoyed them, they would just put me back in the house. So, I spinned and barked and howled and everything I could think of in the car (except pee, cause that would make me a BAD DOG, and I am a good dog on most occasions). And then it hit me. We arrived at the VETS! It was my worst nightmare come true. It was just like the dogs at school tell it. You go to the vets early in the morning, and then next thing you know you wake up and..........*shudder* I don't even want to think about it!

So, we went in, mom had to sign a bunch of paperwork, and dad was kind of being embarassing and kept petting me and kissing me. I think I should have peed in the car! They took off my collar and put on a paper one, and then the vet looked me over (but no thermometer, thank goodness). And then mom and dad left! They left me there! The vet put me in a crate, and that was all I could remember until I woke up in the crate feeling like when dad smells funny in the morning after being away all night!

Then mom and dad came to get me, and its all kind of foggy, but I sort of remember being hungry and thirsty, kind of sick feeling, and really really sleepy. Then I woke up, and it was morning, and I was clear headed. I had bandages on my back legs, but my worst fears weren't recognized! My little buddies were still there! Whew, everyone at dog school was wrong! My mouth was a little sore, but that didn't matter. I still had my buddies! Yay! Mom says I just had my teeth cleaned, and dew claws(?) removed and hip xrays for OFA (whatever that means). Yay! I am the happiest male dog who ever went to the vets, went under, and still was a man to prove it after!

Just a bit scared

Well, it's been kind of a long week after the dog trial. I was so tired on Sunday after that I slept all afternoon! It's a lot of work to look cute.

I think something is up for tomorrow. Mom keeps talking about me getting my teeth cleaned. So, I wonder if that means I have to go to the vets? I don't mind the vets. She is really nice, and pets us, gives us cookies, and takes us and shows us off because she thinks we are all so very cute! (When we go to the vets, mom takes all of us, then we never know who's turn it is!) As long as it means none of those icky thermometers. That is just NOT NICE! But I am a little worried. But mom also keeps saying that once I get my teeth cleaned, we get to have more bones! Boy do I LOVE bones! They taste so good!

Wish me luck everyone! Hopefully tomorrow won't be as bad as I have this feeling it is going to be. I'm just going to try to have all of mom's attention tonight, that is all!

Good night!

Always a good try

Ok, well, I went to my rally obedience trial, and of course, I was the cutest dog there. Everyone kept saying so! I hate it when I have to sit in my crate and wait my turn. All the other dogs are so stressed, its hard to stay quiet. But, I took my turn, and did everything mom asked me to, I was just so distracted by the crowd, that I didn't always hear what she was telling me. I don't think she was as happy with my performance as she usually is, but we qualified. I think that is what matters (to her atleast). To me, what matters is I get lots of attention from the other owners, and lots of cookies! There was only one bad part where a new weimarainer puppy didn't like me, and wouldn't let me sniff him! We had a bit of an argument about that, and mom got pretty mad at me! Oh well, teach him to respect his elders! Well, I can't wait until class on Friday! Ta Ta!