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Fisher Frets

I'm a big boy now!

Its been a busy year for me! How about you?
Since I've lived with my people for over a year and turned 3 last October they've been pestering me crack open a book and start learning stuff.
So I'm learning to sit but I'm so awkward because of my big butt :( . I can sit for a cookie and sit for my leash. I've also nailed down "cookie" as my "come to attention" word and "stay" means to freeze in place. I've also learned that baths are bad business and rain isn't something to be scared about. I don't care about earthquakes, storms and planes but I run when something falls down and makes a loud noise. I also don't like big, meanie face dogs who want to snap at me :(.
I've learned that people food is delicious and easy to steal if the peeps leave it alone for a second. I like going on car rides because it means we are going to the park or the store. I don't mind the vet cause there is always so many cookies to eat. I also eat my meds like a big boy everyday!
Taylor the JRT has taught me to be more of a dog by crying when when I want something, barking if I want something and sticking my nose in your face if I want something.
I'm so clever that I surprise myself sometimes.
I need to go fill out my application for Harvard this fall, tah tah for now!

Hugs and Kisses,
Fisher

Disappointing weekend...

Sorry for being so late this week but I have a good reason...

I forgotted :(

But don't worry, I still remembered you and I came back. I thought I was going to have a little holiday this weekend but it didn't work out. But its okay cause I got to stay home with mom the whole time. We played games, slept in late and had cookies in bed. The entire time though dad was gone and even though I sniffed and looked in all the rooms I couldn't find him. I even looked in the bathroom at least a dozen times to make sure.

I got news that there will be a big party in a few months and I'll get to see my brothers and sisters tha left our old kennel home and came out here to California. So I'm pretty excited about that. I hope that there will a lot of good cookies for us.

I was promised a park visit so that I can run my butt off. But because dad disappeared this weekend I didn't get to go and that really bummed me out.

But when I thought he wouldn't ever come back, he did and he said he was sorry and said I would definately get to play this weekend because he said that it is a special holiday weekend for everybody. So I'm looking forward to going out. But i'm kinda worried cause it's been really cold and windy where we live. I'd hate it if it rained :(.

Oh, and I wanted to say one last thing, I LOVES MY BULLY BONES! If I could I would chew on them all day and all night. Everyone says they stink, but I think they are WONDERFUL! They are so great in fact sometimes Taylor dog gets stingy and steals my Bully Bones right out from under my nose. :( Taylor can be so cruel sometimes...

Hugs and Kisses,
Fisher

Confession Time

I don't know when would have been the "right" time to talk about this would have been. But I feel I should let you know about this before we go on any further. I want us to be on the level and open with each other. That way we don't keep secrets. I don't like secrets. So I'm going to tell you my sitch.

I was born in Colorado to momma Wink and papa Desire. After I spent some time at home with mom growing up big and strong I was sent to the track to start training for my racing career. I didn't like it that much and I really wasn't all that good at it no matter how hard they tried to entice me with a robotic rabbit. When I was 2 years old the track people decided that I should retire early and be adopted as a pet. I was told I would be going to a nice new home in California (I miss momma). Which was exciting news since it was one of the most bitter winters Colorado had seen in years. I was lucky when I was adopted before Christmas because a storm kept any of my siblings or friends from following me out here for a long time.

When I finally got to California, the weather was really bad and I wasn't feeling good. The plane ride was scary and loud and too long. There was a horrible rain storm the night my new family showed up to take me home. After we got in the car they talked about what to call me and how bad the roads where and the slow traffic. They noticed how bad I smelled but because my harbls were freshly taken (sob) I couldn't take a bath (phew).

The first few days went by in a blur. If I wasn't being fed or walked all I could muster was to sleep, sleep and sleep some more. Everyone said it was normal and to not fuss about it. I would whimper or groan in bed the majority of the first 3 days as I recovered from surgery and the trauma of the flight.

And then something scary happened on the fourth day. After a walk I went to lay down in my box while my mommy was cooking dinner in the kitchen. I was fast asleep when I started to shake uncontrollably, frothing at the mouth, limbs ridged and a bunch of scary stuff. It was horrible, all I could do was cry, pant and I ached all over. Mom and Dad called everyone they could think of for help. It was found that I was the only one in my litter who where having seizures and there was no history in my relatives. My seizures were getting worse and were becoming frequent and I was hurting myself because they were so violent.

Mom and Dad were so upset because they didn't know what was causing my seizures. They took me to the Vet and they prodded and poked me and put me on medication. No one was happy with the diagnoses so I was taken back a lot for checkups and blood tests and changes to my medication. I finally was taken to a nice Vet in Walnut Creek who confirmed my status.

He said that I might have been given a bad hand in the genetics card game; since no one else in my family didn't have any signs. That sometimes a dog like me will develop this condition during the second or third year of life and that I can be treated with meds. And someday after a few more months we'll see if I can be weaned to a smaller dose or possibly nothing at all. And that a seizure a couple of times a year is tolerable. Of course Mom and Dad don't think any seizures are tolerable but they hope that someday I can live a happier and healthier life. Today I haven't had a seizure since March when my levels dipped dangerously low. I heard the biology of a Greyhound is much more different in comparison to most dogs and that we have to be treated differently. If you're curious there are a lot of resources out there to read more about it.

So that is my story. I feel better about telling this to you my readers. If I meet you in real life, offline you'll see that I am a weirdy dog that acts funny sometimes. This coming June will be the 6th month anniversary of my forever home with my Mom and Dad in California and being the big little brother to Taylor. I hope that in the future I'll have happier and funnier stories to share with you.

Hugs and Kisses,
Fisher