I'm in round 2!

Hey everypup! Guess what?! I just got an e-mail from the people at the Cutest Dog Competition. They said they loved my photo so much that they pawtomatically entered me in round 2! Maybe they say that to everypup, I don't know. But it gives me hope and makes me think that maybe I have a chance!

Here is the link again...

http://www.cutestdogcompetition.com/vote.cfm?h=E DEE5AE4722A5594F598D6BEB2CEC659

Just copy and paste it into your browser and click the big button that says VOTE! It's that easy.

Thank you to everypup who voted for me last week, and for all of you who vote this week. And to all of you who don't vote for me, thanks anyway. I still think you're all pretty cool pup pals ;)

Bye guys,
Zeus

Vote 4 Zeus--The Cutest Dog Competition

Hey friends! For those of you who don't know already, my mom entered me in a photo contest. It's called "The Cutest Dog Competition" and since mom thinks her Zeusie-poos is the cutest dog ever, she thought I would be a shoe in (whatever that means). Turns out, everybody thinks their dog is the cutest dog ever, so there are lots of dogs entered in this contest. The competition is pretty stiff, so I'm gonna need all the votes I can get!

If I make it into the weekly semi-finals, I get $500. If I make it all the way to the end I could win $1 million! The thought of a million dollars worth of jerky snacks has me droolin' all over the place! Oh, can you imagine?! That must be what Heaven smells like!

Anyway...If I can just get all my pup pals to vote for me I think I could have a chance at winning a prize. It's super easy...all you have to do is go to this website...

http://www.cutestdogcompetition.com/vote.cfm?h=EDEE5AE47 22A5594F598D6BEB2CEC659&page=1

...and vote for Zeus. You only get one vote per day, so remember to vote for me every day this week! (Just remember to vote "thumbs up" not "thumbs down" please!)

Thank you all for your help!

Lots of love and butt wiggles
from your pal Zeus

How Rude!

So I'm getting healthier and gaining weight (I had gained 8 lbs last time I was at the vet)--that should be a good thing right? Well, now you'll notice if you look up at the top of the page where it lists my nicknames--they used to call me Skinny-mini. Now they call me Fatty McFatty. Is that supposed to be a compliment?

I think I'm a little offended.

I had a good vet visit today. She was very impressed with me--she said I've gained 8 pounds already. She said that's really good, but she'd still like me to gain a few more. I'm sure I can handle that. Just give me a few days.

Last time I went to the vet she said that my intestinal lining was really bumpy (I guess she gathered that when she stuck her finger up my rump). This time she said all the bumps are gone---GONE! She said that just confirms that I have the Boxer Colitis that they thought it was. I have responded really well to the medicine and I only have to take it a couple more weeks. Yay!

Unfortunately I now have to take another medicine for my allergies--I have been coughing and hacking all week. And they also found some kind of growth between my toes. I don't know what it is, but it started bleeding right there at the vet's office. She put some ointment on it and said that hopefully it will just dry up and fall off. But we have to watch it, because if it doesn't go away she will have to put me under and cut it off. Let's hope that doesn't happen. Ick.

We have a diagnosis!

Boxer Histiocytic Colitis--that's what the doctor says I have. I have been responding really well to the new medicine she gave me, so she's going to keep me on it for 4 to 6 more weeks. Hopefully that will fix me.

Mom thinks I must have gained 5 pounds this week. I feel so much better. I don't lay around as much as I used to and I don't sleep all the time. Look way up at the chart at the top of my page.... I used to be a "2" on the Sleepy/Energetic scale, but mom just bumped me up to "5." She says I'm like a new dog. I feel so good that I run and play and wrestle and tug and jump up on mom (I get the impression that she doesn't like that, though).

So for just a few more weeks I will be taking these big horse pills and then I will be done. They are supposedly "chewable" and "flavored." But they still smell like medicine to me. So I make mom stick them down my throat so I don't have to taste them. I used to put up a fight over the pills, but they are really making me feel better so I just let her give them to me now.

Well, I've been playing for a while, so it's time for my nap. Catch ya on the flip side!

A little better, still a long way to go...

I had my follow up visit with the vet today. I only gained half a pound since I was there last week. She said that's better nothing, but not as good as she hoped. She still wants me to go see a specialist, but that is very expensive. Mom and Dad are going to have to save up a lot of money to take me to the specialist. It might take them a while, but I know they will do it because they love me and want me to feel better.

In the mean time, I will be eating that same old yucky food. The canned food is not so bad, but the vet told mom to mix some metamucil in it so that I'll get more fiber. I don't know what metamucil is, but it doesn't sound good. I guess I'll find out tonight. Also I have to take a new kind of medicine. It's a big huge pill that they say is supposed be a tasty treat, but it still smells like medicine to me. I'm not dumb.

Even though I'm not 100% I still feel much better than last week. Last night I even played with Howie for a while. My tail wags and mom says I look more alert...I guess I am. I'm glad I have such nice people to take care of me. I hope all the dogs out there have that.

Mom calls me her little charity case...

I haven't been feeling to good lately. See, I have this yucky tummy disease called IBD. Usually that just means I have to eat special food and take some special medicine sometimes, but it's usually not that big of a deal. Well the last couple of weeks have not been good for me.

See, I don't really like the special food I'm supposed to eat. I mostly just want whatever my brother Howie is eating. Or whatever is on the floor. Or whatever I find in the yard. Or whatever is in a bag up on top of the kitchen table. Anything but that same old food I have to eat all the time. But for the last couple of weeks I had been eating pretty well...I ate almost all of my food most of the time...that's pretty good for me. But I started losing weight. Then I decided I didn't want to eat all that food anymore. Mom made me some hamburger and rice, and I ate that for the first couple of days. Then I didn't want that anymore.

Not to mention that my feet started itching like crazy and I've been chewing them like a mad man. And my ears are bothering me so bad that I've been kicking them until they bleed. I've just been miserable.

I got so lethargic and skinny and mom took me to the vet last Thursday. I had lost 10 pounds. They had to draw some blood to do a blood test, but I was dehydrated and my blood pressure was low so they couldn't even get the blood to come out. They tried to take it out of my leg, but it just wouldn't come. So they had to take it out of my neck, which was NO FUN AT ALL. I'm usually a pretty easy going guy, and I'll let them do just about anything to me. But when they start sticking needles in my throat, you'd better believe I'm going to protest.

Anyway, they gave me a whole bunch of fluids in my back (mom said I looked like a camel), and they gave me two shots. Now I have to take 3 kinds of medicine, and I have some stinky ear cleaner junk. And they gave me a new kind of food to try. It's ok. But I'd still rather have Howie's food. I didn't really feel like eating much this weekend. Mom hand fed me some dry food and I ate a little of the canned food. I just didn't feel well enough to eat all that I was supposed to eat, though.

But my appetite is coming back...slowly. I've eaten about 1 1/2 cans of food today, but no dry food. That's pretty good. Mom said she would give me some more tonight if I want it. I'm not sure yet. Right now I think I'm going to go sleep some more.

Seriously...when's nap time?

Hey guys. Would somebody please tell Howie to shut up and leave me alone? He's getting on my nerves. All he ever wants to do is wrestle and pull my tail and shove that stupid girraffe thing in my face. (Well, I have to admit, I kinda like the girraffe. I kinda wish he would drop it and then I could play with it for a while.) Ever since he turned a year old he thinks he's some kind of big shot now. Well he needs to grow up.

I'm going to bed.