The Magical Life of Daisy Mae, corgi extraordinaire

the pool, my nemesis

Today Mom and Dad tried to drown me. Luckily, as this photographic evidence proves, I managed to escape.

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I'm the one jumping, and my brother appears to be laughing at me. He, freak that he is, enjoyed the whole pool-swim-drowning thing.

Dad pointed out that all of the photos of Picnic and I in my repertoire are of Picnic in front of me. I swear, it's because Picnic is a ham and a camera hog. He likes to think of himself as a corgi version of Kate Moss. As fat as he's getting, he looks more like a Tyra Banks.

Kaley Corgi tagged me

Here are the rules of the game!
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.

1. I was born in May

2. I flew on an airplane from middle America to Oregon, and was a pet-shop dog.

3. I had three struvite stones removed from my bladder, and after three bouts of Baytril, I still have a urinary infection, so I have to have my urine cultured.

4. My brother, Picnic, and I do not get along at home. If he FRAPs, I growl at him. I also don't like when he gets any sort of love or attention. BUT...when we're out at the park, we're like glue, stuck to each other. We herd dogs together and we even defend each other.

5. My Mom credits me for her new job. She works at the vet where I had my stones removed, and if she never had to take me there for a stone removal, she would never have known about the open job, and never would have applied.

6. This spring, my Mom has brushed me every day, and every day she's been able to brush off three mini-sized corgi clumps of fur. She calls them Daisies 1, 2 and 3. I shed more than my brother, Picnic, though my coat is shorter and wirier.

7. I have an acute fear of feet.

day after the surgery

I got picked up by my Mom and Dad yesterday at 5 pm from the vet. I was groggy and tired, and it was raining (heavily) outside. To some extent, I'm still groggy and tired. I think this might be contagious, because Mom and Dad seem groggy and tired this morning.. Maybe because they stayed up with me all night long, trying to make sure I peed every two hours.

I didn't pee for the greater half of the night, but at around 1 am the cat scared me and Whoosh! I sort of had an accident. I went about three other times after that point, so my parents didn't worry so much after that.

I'm getting this new food--Mom calls it Purina NF--and I love it! Mom mixes in the wet food and the dry food, and it is so, so tasty. I prefer it over what I used to eat. I think my brother might be jealous, because he had his tongue through the baby gate, trying to get at my dish.

I got my three medications this morning.. a chewable antibiotic, a liquid anti-inflammatory/painkiller, and something else.. I don't know what it is for, but the vet said to give it every 12 hours. That one is my least favorite because my Mom and Dad actually push it into the back of my mouth to get me to swallow it.

Mom laughs at my shaved belly. She says it looks really funny. At the vet, we got to take a look at the stones that were in my bladder. Oh boy! They were gigantic! About the size of three large kumquats.. one had broke in half. They were smoothed down, which the doctor said was scary because if these stones are calcium oxilate stones, they normally have very jagged little spikes all over them. We'll find out in two to three weeks just what they are.

I think I feel much better. I know I like when Mom and Dad carry me, like the princess I am.

Doggy Diary of the Day!

Woo boy! I was chosen today as Dogster's diary pick of the day. So exciting!

I've been taking it easy in preparation for my surgery, on Tuesday. I've been getting half an antibiotic.. starts with a "B" and it's different than what I was getting before.. it tastes much better, too. They smell like beef, and they're chewable.

My brother Picnic is more sassy than usual. He's been lunging at me and FRAPping, trying to get me to play with him. For the most part, I just give him The Look. I like to think it tells him "No, never" and "You're crazy" and maybe "Get near me and I will sink my ferocious corgi teeth into you" all at the same time.

After my surgery Mom and Dad are going to be feeding me Purina NF, a diet specially formulated for dogs that have kidney issues. My vet said that if I am prone to forming stones, that I will need a special diet so I don't form more stones and then have to get the surgery again. This means that I won't get any sort of table scraps (not that my parents ever gave into my cute-puppy stare anyway) and I probably won't be allowed my favorite liver treats or Beggin' Strips or Pupperoni bits.. Sigh. I especially won't be allowed yogurt--an addition to my diet that my Mom started giving me when she noticed I was straining to .. you know. The calcium in yogurt only makes my stone-issue worse. I'm going to miss pumpkin, especially.

I'm praying my parents take my to the park today--because if I don't get in some good outdoor-play time before Tuesday, I'll have to wait for a very, very long time to heal up. Mom says it's not a big deal; the heal time is like that of a spaying..but what is time to me, a dog, anyway? If I don't go to the park today or tomorrow, you can bet I'll be in good shape by 05/19--a corgi meet-up! BOL

an update

My old family sent my pup-photos and I got a frisbee today! I played and played, and my Mom worked on "sit," "watch me" and "down." I "sit" well, but I don't like "down" or "watch me." Mom thinks I'd make a great therapy dog one day, because I just loooove people, and I'm pretty smart, too.

I'm going in to be microchipped this Friday, and then Mom is gonna send my receipt from being microchipped to Corgi Aid, and then from there they will mail a cheque to my vet, Mt. Scott vet, and the vet will credit my Mom and Dad's account, and then I will go in for the surgery. My recovery? Should be easy enough.. the vet compared it to that of a spaying.. and I clearly recovered well from my first spaying. Although Mom and Dad have been talking about getting me an E-collar so I don't lick myself.. Of course I've been looking at them with my cute-pup eyes and telling them that I would never, ever lick myself.. ever...

I stuck up for Picnic

Yesterday we went to Brentwood park and Picnic got into a bark-match with a pit bull named Bella. At home, Picnic is my annoying, little brother but at the park yesterday I got so mad at that barking dog..I got in her face and snarled, and then Picnic sort of hid behind me. Having a sibling isn't so bad...Although Mom doesn't seem to appreciate when I stick up for him.

When we went to the park today I stayed on perfect pup behavior, sticking by her side and just watching Picnic play.. we don't like the Brentwood park very much, maybe because it's fenced, and we're apt to get pushed against the fence by the much bigger dogs. I hope she takes us to Creston this afternoon...I l0oove the open spaces there.. it makes me really come out of my shell. I herd dogs and bark more when I'm there.

an update on daisy

Well...things have been going pretty good I must say. Despite being diagnosed by both Drs. Miller, Jonas and the radiology lab as having four "quite large" bladder stones, I have still managed to have fun the last few days...

On Monday we went to Creston park, where I met some of Picnic's friends, we herded a golden retriever together, and I even herded him while he chased his ball. It was very fun. Mom and Dad were shocked at my activity level...they've been treating me like a hothouse rose.

On Tuesday I went to Brentwood park, which wasn't as fun.

Today we went for a walk... all in all, not a bad week so far.

a beginning

Well... this is totally weird for me because up until last Tuesday I had been living in a backyard, pretty much forgotten about, with an overweight beagle who I basically was indifferent toward. Now I live in a warm home, with two parents who give me love and attention practically all of the time. I'm never alone because I have a brother and a cat, and my Dad stays home with me all day.. I hadn't been to the vet in 2 years, but just the other day Mom and Dad took me to meet my new doctor, which was a good thing because I'd been peeing blood and it hadn't been the most comfortable thing. I've been washed and had my teeth brushed...which is weird, because I hadn't been washed in a while. Mom says I still smell! My back teeth have calcified plaque on them, but the vet says I'm going to be okay. I even get to go on walks every day now.. my new brother has lived a totally spoiled life.

Everything is great. I haven't even looked back!