June 5th 2011 7:25 am
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Yipe-yippin Yowlers I have had an ACCIDENT! No not with the car... No not with my favorite vehile, the golf cart. No I had to have a moving violation... A Fur-Flyin', Canine Violation!
It all began.... Oh never mind that opening. It would take way too long to tell. Damaged Dexterities. I have definitely damaged a digit!
Yesterday. Well, actually it all started with the heat! The weather has been sooo sunny (which my Mom loves), and hot (which she hates the humidity). It has been far too hot to exercise or get our walks in. Even the patio is scorched! Mom has been keeping me in where she puts the ice blower on to keep it cooler.
Anyhowl, Mom decided to throw my basketball in the hall for me to race down and bring back. My basketball is a lopsided, loopy ball 'cause it lost some of it's air (Mom says it's cause I have big teeth, I say all the better to chomp you with my dear... Ooops sorry about that.) So, Mom got the basketball and went around the corner in the hall into the livingroom... I raced up the hall and around the turn... Skidded like Mario Andretti on the final lap. My back feet double-timed and for a few minutes I looked like that cat running from the dog. He runs in place for a few minutes till his claws catch hold. Once they do he flies out of there like the space shuttle Endeavor headed off on it's final mission. And that's exactly what happened. Mission Aborted! !
And that's when it happened. I leapt over the wood by our front door and into the living room. My feet flew out from under me 'causing me great distress and embarrassment. Imagine having all four legs go in a different direction and the end result was me landing on the carpet flat on my chest like a giant (I am after all over 100lbs) FURCAKE!
Of course that didn't stop me for more than a nano-second. No way will you keep this man (oops I mean dog) down! I righted myself, Mom was saying she wished she had her camera with her and on, (Thank the Fur-Gods she didn't), and SUDDENLY... I STOPPED. Right in my tracks on the carpet, halfway across the living room, my lop-sided basketball four feet in front of me. I suddenly had no interest in my ball. I looked down at my foot and back up at Mom. Mom was standing there looking at the carpet. There lay one of my favorite, most beloved coal-black nails. The whole entire thing! Mom got down on the floor. Her mouth hung open like the gaping opening waiting for the golf ball on the eighteenth hole. I slowly started over to her, plop, limp, plop, limp... Something was wrong with my foot. It was LEAKING!!! Big, red, drops leaked out and onto our carpet. I could see it really good 'cause our carpet is the color of sand. Mom just stared at me. I think someone had stolen her voice 'cause her mouth was still open but nothing was coming out. "OMG" Finally she spoke, phew (sigh). One less thing for me to worry about.
"You're bleeding!!" Mom cried! "Come on, Baby. My Sweet Baby James."
Mom always calls me that when she is really stressed out. I started to get stressed out 'cause she was so stressed out.
Poor Mom. She nearly fainted at the sight of all that blood. It took everything in my Doggie Bag of Tricks to keep her conscious. I gave her dozens of slobbers, dozens turned into hundreds.
It didn't take long for Mom to go get the first aid kit and that's when I decided it was time to retreat to my "cave".
When Mom came racing back down the hall she found me lying in my crate. I held super still for Mom. I didn't squeal or cry out once. I am very brave. She told me that after she had packed my paw with gauze and wrapped it in a bandage. She said she had to stop it from leaking so the bandage had to be very tight. It was!!!
Well, long story short. My vet was closed and the emergency doctor said my Mom did the perfect thing. Which I already knew 'cause my Mom is the smartest mom in the whole world. The emergency doctor told Mom to pack my paw in ice (Mom couldn't find ice so she used her bag of frozen Brussell Sprouts which happen to be one of my favorite vegetables), and check it in a little bit to see if it was still bleeding... It was! Mom left the bandage on. I didn't cry. Not until later...
My Mom called my Dad at work, 'cause our car was in the shop getting the ice blower fixed. We had to wait a long while for him to get home. The leak had stopped so Dad went to get more bandages and Mom sat with me, petting me and feeding me cookies. Yummy! I will have to remember that. Note to self; ouchies mean yummies! After dinner, I couldn't help but cry. My whole leg hurt. Mom gave me some medicine to help for the night.
Now this morning my paw is soooo big!! Mom says I will go to the vet tomorrow morning ('cause today is Sunday). She wishes I would stop needing the vet when they are closed or away for the weekend. I wish she would stop fretting...
So, I have had to finangle my foot digits and wrestle with this stupid sticky bandage just to write this message to all my followers. And although it is a bit weird, and only a coincidence... I hurt the same leg as Joanie. (Hmmmm??)
Joanie is my girl. She is a beauuuutiful Foxhound and we are training together. She hurt her shoulder, her right shoulder. I hurt my right paw. Together we will probably miss our classes and that makes me very sad. I will miss Sue my trainer, but more than that I will miss Joanie (sigh).
When I am better and Joanie is better we are going to be Therapy Dogs together. We will also work with our friend Sue and her dog Pip! We will be The Three Dogateers! Don't worry, Pup Reporter Spirit will definitely follow the escapades of The Three Dogateers and report it with great interest right here in Shepherd Shenanigans!
Oh my foot is throbbing... I have to find something to do... I know I will eat breakfast!! Yummers! ! !
May 20th 2011 1:10 pm
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Well, how do I tell you all what's happened... My Mom is in school, though she doesn't "go" to school. She does all her work on the computer. She is taking Criminal Law classes and Evidence Law. She's also taking more writing classes, 'cause writing is what she really loves. She is going to be a great writer one day, but to do that she has to go to school. She is going to learn all about crime so she can write about it. I tried to tell her she should just write about me, but....(sigh)!
I am still in training. Well, Mom thinks it's training for me, but actually it's training for her. She doesn't realize how smart I am. We'll discuss that another time.
Right now Mom is trying to keep me from the Bee Tree. It's a tree in our yard that grows Bees. And I love to chase bees. Don't tell anyone but I have the secret to halving bees. You will find them all around the Bee Tree. Well, that was until today. Today Mom decided I was not allowed to stalk the bees. Off came the blossoms that the Bees always came out of. Now there are hardly any to stalk. I keep looking and hopefully I will find more. I can hear them from a mile away!!!! Buzz.. Buzz.. Snap!(that's me) And there you have it... Half-Bee!
Whoops... Time to go!! Mom needs the 'puter!! Slobbers y'all!!
April 23rd 2011 6:56 am
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Slippin' slobbers I keep gettin' lost! I haven't been to Dogster in WAY too long!
My Mom has kept me busy - She is taking classes on-line for all kinds of things; writing, law... She just can't make up her mind!
My Dad is doing ok now... He SNORES!!! Finally he had to go and stay away at night to see how he sleeps. Me and Mom got to sleep in the whole bed by ourselves. Well, she slept... I guarded.
Dad came home one day and he had a machine. He has to put it next to the bed and wear a mask at night. Mom calls him Darth Vader... I call him SCARY. But it's ok, 'cause Mom says he needs it to keep him from stopping breathing in his sleep.
Ummm... What else! Oh yes, I must make my apologies to all my good friends who I have neglected over these long months. I have surely missed all of you and would love to know how you are all doing.
I still work for my Mom, but not as much as I used to. I am going to be 8 yrs. old (though show me a mud-hole and I'll show you a chocolate covered German Shepherd Dog). The vet says I have some hip dysplasia in both hips. It's ok, 'cause it doesn't hurt me. Mom bought me a new harness that is just a vest so I don't have to lug around that big ol' heavy one anymore and my jobs have slightly changed. PLUS....
I am going to be a new kind of dog very soon! Mom and I are going to THERAPY CLASS!! We are going to ease me into Therapy Dog work. She will still have me be her working dog, helping her with smaller things... Nothing pulling or bracing now... No more climbing into the dryer... I will miss it but I still have plenty of other things to do. And I hope to one day be working for Autistic Children. If not than I know I will work as a Reading Dog or some other form of work. People love to pet me and hug me. They have actually requested that I speak to them. Something I just looove to do.
Well, hello to all my good doggie buddies... I hope to be back soon!
Love, Slobbers, and Shenanigans commin' at ya!!!!
Spirit
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