Boris Squash 8.6.08


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Sex: Male   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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Nicknames:
Big Stinky, Funkalicious

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

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Quick Bio:
-purebred-disabled -dog rescue

Birthday:
June 21st 2000

Likes:
I loves my humans and my new family!

Pet-Peeves:
I hates my cone dish collar that mom put on me to keep me from licking my neuter incision! I always want to go outside when my hoomans are outside, but sometimes they don't let me. I hates my crate, you cannot confine greatness!

Favorite Toy:
I can't really play with this stupid cone thingy on...but I try to play with the rope toys.

Favorite Food:
Organic turkey and brown rice with carrots and peas. Yummy and soft for my bum mouth.

Favorite Walk:
Just getting acquainted with the yard rights now...and the neighbor's yard...and the off-limits backyard...

Best Tricks:
Yeah right...

Arrival Story:
Oh, if you know our family, then you know how we came to welcome Boris into our home... Formerly "Buddy B", Boris was yet another product of a broken home. The husband and wife decided to split ways and that left Boris without a family to love this extremely special puggy. The husband works on the river and was gone too much to keep him and the wife, well she didn't want him. A mutual friend of the previous owners called us and told us if we couldn't take him, the husband was going to SHOOT this poor dog. Well, naturally we agreed to take him, even though we have a full house and find a home for him. We love to foster and we knew of some places in STL that would be able to adopt him out if need be. So I picked Boris up on a very humid Saturday morn. There was a certain funk about him, mainly because he was kept outside with donkeys and he rolled about in their feces. SO I immediately took him down to the clinic and bathed the funk away. I figured, what the hey, I am down here, I will draw some blood and check his HW status, do a fecal, worm him, and de-flea him. Well, with the prick of the needle, came a whole new set of problems. Heartworm positive. Just looking at poor Boris, I knew that he was. He had not been taken care of, and came equipped with a hotspot, a family of parasites, and now this. Treating him was no problem, but it would have to wait until the end of summer, it is way too hot here and treatment would be too hard on an 8 year old dog (I was told he was 4 years old) in the midst of the summer heat. So I cleaned him up and we were on our way home. Boris HATES riding cars. He whined and howled all the way home! Got home and he is wonderful with our other dogs and really ignores the cats! He is so submissive for an intact male, so crazy for us to see! He has a great disposition, so happy and wants to be everywhere you are! Later that night, my husband noticed that his jaw was wet and drooly. I figured that he still hadn't recovered from all of the riding around in cars the past two days to get to us. As I got in closer to examine with a tissue, I wiped the "drool" off and found that it was pus. Great, what now...I chalked it up to being an abscessed tooth and took him back to the clinic Monday to have him neutered and that pesky tooth removed. Then comes the bad news...the doctor told me that what I thought was a swollen gum line from the tooth is actually cancer of the jaw. The cancer is so large on that side of the mouth that it has actually broken his jaw (that is the theory or it was due to abuse), which would explain why he just swallows his kibble. So 3 strikes. But we are not a family that gives up so easily. We made the very stressful decision to remove that tumor from his jaw with reassurance that his quality of life would not diminish. Many a dog have come to the clinic with half removed jaws that have done wonderfully! So July 7 is the date, we had to put him on some antibiotics first to boost his immune system. We will foster him and love him until we can find a person who loves pugs as much as we do to take care of him or we will keep him if that doesn't work out. Of course we are already attached to him and love him so much! He is a wonderful dog and so full of life, always happy to be around all of us and wants to sleep right next to your head!

Bio:
I'm a lover. All I want out of life is to be with my humans and other animals if I must! Just cuddle me and I will steal your heart!

Forums Motto:
The Stink Man Cometh...

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I've Been On Dogster Since:
June 27th 2008 More than 6 years!

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Dogster Id:
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Forever Cherished, Sorely Missed

August 6th 2008 9:36 pm
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Well folks, this entry is comin' to ya via the Rainbow Bridge. That is right, I have passed on, this very night. It is hard to believe that a mere 4 days ago I was doing great, but my mind was slippin' hard core...

I have had a rough couple of days. Last night, there was a fight that I was involved in with my brobby or sissy, not really sure. Anyway, my already broken jaw received more injury. So, my soft food became a gruel, and pain meds increased. I also started stalking Dante, on the outside I appeared playful, but I wasn't too sure about my real feelings. Mom got nervous and pulled me away from him and I went crazy tryin' to bite and get to him. Mom and dad were scared that my cancer had started to eat away at my mind, but they thought it might have been a fluke, so better to give it some time. I had just had an injury and wasn't in my right head. Today I was feelin' alright, back to normal as can be, but still not quite right mentally. I stayed at the clinic with mom, so she could keep an eye on me to make sure I was ok. I came home and was so happy to see my brobbies and sissies! Then dinnertime came and I ate my gruel right up...YUM!! Then I started the stalkie again with Dante, and the fight was on. Dante bit my jaw and I started to bleed bunches from my mouth. Mom and dad rushed me to the vet, I was panting rapidly, unable to catch my breath, then I just got real calm. It was time, we all knew it...felt it...and then after much talk, deliberation, and tears, I came home. Now, I am hangin' with Granny, never got to meet her, but swell ol' gal!

I am extremely grateful for the best 2 1/2 months of my life. I never felt so loved and adored, so wanted. I had the best family that gave me all the love and adoration that a puggy or any animal could ever want or need. I know that mom and dad are very sad right now, but it is comforting to know that I am not suffering any more.

The Squasher

 

News of Plenty!

August 2nd 2008 1:02 pm
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Good news, my fellow doggies! I get to stay!! (as if you doubted!) Mom says that our house is as comfortable as any to live out how ever much time I have left. I really love it here, soft yummy food, plenty of entertainment, and lots of lovins.

I am doing really good right now. I have lots of energy, am eating good and running around like a normal puggy should! I go into the vet's later this month for some bloodwork and another X-ray on my chest to see if there is any growth in my lungs.

I will keep all of you updated on my status!

Thank you all for the thoughtful notes, well wishes, and many prayers sent my way! We all really appreciate it!

The Squasher

 

No Surgery

July 19th 2008 11:54 am
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Sorry I have not kept you updated on my surgical events. I did go into the doctor on July 7th to have X-rays and whatnots done. The doctor determined that I was not a good candidate for surgery, since the cancer has spread into my lungs and has eaten most of the lower right part of my jaw away. I have been given 6 months. Mommy and Daddy are very sad because I am such a good little boy. So they are going to keep me comfortable until my time comes. I am so happy here! I love everyone so much. Lets see if we can extend that time! Maybe the doc is wrong and I will live lots longer!

Sorry for such a sad report!

 
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