A Dog's Life by Quinton

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Surgery aagain?

April 16th 2009 5:27 pm
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I think I may have to have TPLO surgery on my other leg. The thoughts of it makes mommy so emotional. She says, "God love him, he's already been through so much". The vet already warned mommy after my last surgery that it's a degenerative issue and my other leg would most likely give out in 6 months to a year. We prayed hard it wouldn't, but I guess God sees it another way.

My vet appointment is next Thursday, April 23rd. If anyone is reading my diary, mommy asks that you please pray for a miracle.

Physical therapy

December 26th 2008 1:24 pm
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I had TPLO surgury in September. After 8 weeks mommy started me in physical therapy. I'm so happy we happened to have a facility close by. I've been going twice a week and I finally graduated!

Mom is so happy my leg is doing so much better. The doctor said my other knee may go within 6 months to a year. Mom has been praying it won't happen.

I liked the nurses who gave me the hydrotherapy sessions. I got lots of cookies and praise. I drooled and shook water everywhere. I bounced in the water playing instead of walking. By doing so I was grinding the gears on the treadmill. The nurse had to keep her hand on my back so's I wouldn't bounce. Mommy calls me her big-hunk-o-love-silly-boy.

Merry Kissmas everyone!

Quinton

DOG HAIKU

February 8th 2008 4:20 pm
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I lie belly-up

In the sunshine, happier than

You will ever be.

I sound the alarm!

Paper boy -- come to kill us all

Look! Look! Look! Look! Look!

I sound the alarm!

Garbage man -- come to kill us all

Look! Look! Look! Look! Look!

Today I sniffed

Many dog behinds -- I celebrate

By kissing your face.

How do I love thee?

The ways are a numberless as

My hairs on the rug.

My human is home!

I am so ecstatic I have

Made a puddle.

I HATE my choke chain

Look, world, they strangle me Ack!

Ack! Ack! Ack! Ack! Ack!

Sleeping here, my chin

On your foot -- no greater bliss -- well, Maybe catching
rats.

Look in my eyes and

Deny it. No human could

Love you as much as I do,

The cat is not all

Bad -- she fills the litter box

With tootsie rolls.

Dig under the fence -- why?

Because it is there. Because it’s

There. Because it’s there.

I am your best friend,

Now, always, and especially

When you are eating.

I happily drink

Water for the porcelain pond

You close the lid. Why?

My owner’s mood is
Romantic - At their feet I
Let loose a loud one

I lift my leg and
Whiz on each bush - Hello Spot
Sniff this and weep.

-author unknow to me

A day at the emergency room

October 12th 2006 8:11 pm
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Mom had to run me to the emergency room at 11:00 pm. I was so sick, running a fever and vomiting. The doctor said I probably ate something I shouldn't of. As we were leaving the hospital I threw up again so the doctor made me stay in the hospital for 3 more days. I spent all my time sleeping next to the doctors desk because I was a bad boy in the kennel, I chewed up 3 IV's, two catheters and ate one Elizabethan collar. My belly is better now and I'm back to my ol' self again. Still a mystery as to why I was so sick.

Love,
Quinton

My Tail of Devotion for Quinton (Irish: Fifth Child)

September 15th 2006 5:22 pm
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Dear God: Why do humans smell the flowers, but seldom, if ever, smell one another?

Dear God: When we get to heaven, can we sit on your couch? Or is it still the same old story?

Dear God: Why are there cars named after the jaguar, the cougar, the mustang, the colt, the stingray, and the rabbit, but not ONE named for a dog? How often do you see a cougar riding around? We do love a nice ride! Would it be so hard to rename the "Chrysler Eagle" the " Chrysler Beagle"?

Dear God: If a dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he still a bad dog?

Dear God: We dogs can understand human verbal instructions, hand signals, whistles, horns, clickers, beepers, scent ID's, electromagnetic energy fields, and Frisbee flight paths. What do humans understand?

Dear God: More meatballs, less spaghetti, please.

Dear God: Are there mailmen in Heaven? If there are, will I have to apologize?

Dear God: Let me give you a list of just some of the things I must remember to be a good dog.

1. I will not eat the cats' food before they eat it or after they throw it up.

2. I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc., just because I like the way they smell.

3. The Litter Box is not a cookie jar.

4. The sofa is not a 'face towel'.
!
5. The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff.

6. I will not play tug-of-war with Dad's underwear when he's on the toilet.

7. Sticking my nose into someone's crotch is an unacceptable way of saying "hello".

8. I don't need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm under the coffee table .

9. I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before entering the house - not after.

10. I will not come in from outside and immediately drag my butt.

11. I will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my crotch.

12. The cat is not a 'squeaky toy' so when I play with him and he makes that noise, it's usually not a good thing

P.S. Dear God: When I get to Heaven may I have my testicles back?

This is a special Tail of Devotion

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Best kissmas ever!

December 27th 2004 4:16 pm
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Daddy bought us toys and my Grammy bought us toys. It was the best kissmas ever! I love the mini tennis balls that were suppose to be Eirn's and Ruari's but all three fit in my mouth along with two stuffed animals. I knew these St. Bernard lips would come in handy some day. I've spent all day guarding my new toys from Ruari.

Mom says I'm a named after a Saint. She says my Lab eyes are too tiny for my Saint head and I am very sensitive by Bernard nature.

December 1, 2004

December 3rd 2004 2:37 pm
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Well, I think I don't like my brother Ruari anymore. He's been beating me up and Mom
has to yell at him all the time. Today Ruari grabbed my lip and I cried and jumped in
my Dad's lap. Then Ruari tried to take the sock I found that fell out of the laundry and
he went for my neck. I know he's playing with me but he's really rough and I'm very
sensitive.

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