July 2019 – Page 3 – Viktorsviews. The Next Chapter.

The magic carpet. Not.

July 11, 2019Leave a Comment

We have this indoor outdoor carpet outside our front door. It manages to grab a lot of leaves and dirt when we come in the from our walks. It has stood the test of time in all seasons and has been covered in snow and shoveled more times than I can count. So after all these years, her highness was thinking it was time for a replacement.

The carpet is 4×6 feet in size. It fits perfectly in the entry way. Her highness measured it with a tape measure and everything. Problem was – she should have taken one of us along when she went shopping.

The first carpet she brought home looked really nice. Perfect pattern and colors. She could hardly wait to unroll it as Einstein barked out orders from inside. We could not be part of the unrolling. Ever try to unroll a carpet with three assistant canines? Epic failure. One gets on the carpet. She tells him to move. He does and two more get on. She pulls the carpet while we stand on it like Aladdin waiting for it to take off. Yeah – carpet movement and canines is not a great idea.

Anyway, she drags the old carpet out of the way and ceremoniously unrolls the new carpet. It doesn’t fit. Hello? “Somebody” didn’t read the label CAREFULLY. It says 4x 6’7”. Yup. 7 inches too much. The carpet gets rolled up and returned.

Round 2. She’s at the grocery store and they have a section with seasonal items-,gardening things and furniture for your deck. And there are carpets. She finds one she LOVES. But- its only 3×4. Well it won’t be too big. And the price was right. She brings it home and we again watch the unrolling. It fits. But it looks dinky. The old carpet is dragged back into place.

This time, instead of returning it, she decides it COULD go on the back deck. In front of the entrance to the door. The door with the dog entrance through the screen. She puts it down and we all go to inspect it. The FG immediately rubs his face in it. We are all fascinated with this new bit of decor.

We go in and out all day. We love our dog door. And we love being on the new carpet. That evening, when it gets dark, her highness closes the glass door to the deck. So it isn’t until the next morning that she sees the carnage.

“Someone” has chewed the entire length of the carpet. Well – at least someone chewed one end and the rest of the binding came off with a good tug. Her highness took one look at it and heaved it over the deck railing to the ground below.

She suspects the FG. He’s the most likely suspect. It does have his m.o. all over it. But in all fairness…she didn’t SEE HIM doing it. Maybe Einstein did it – and made it LOOK like the FG did it. Or maybe I did it….Who knows. It’s a mystery. And I’m not telling who done it….I just think I should go with her the next time she goes carpet shopping. I would get the RIGHT one.

Stay tuned tomorrow to hear about the FG’s visit to the vet. No carpets there. And it’s a good thing….

Have a good one. Peace and paws up.

Seizure free days: 33

Medical appointments

July 10, 2019Leave a Comment

The day of the medical appointments. My human’s? Her lavender injuries will not kill her. But we knew that. We might. But the lavender won’t.

Einstein’s appointment began with the typical vet clinic waiting room circus. Dogs with zombie owners. But I hear Einstein’s favorite dog was this one. He refused to leave when it was time to go.

How weird is that?! Most dogs want to bolt out the door. But not this guy. He appeared to be a young Golden Retriever. I think he knew it was too hot outside and he preferred the air conditioned clinic.

Einstein was well behaved for his ultrasound. Although he apparently did not appreciate his feet being touched. My human should have warned them. Not that he is mean or the least bit aggressive- he just recoils his feet and tucks them under his body. You know how in the movie the Wizard of Oz, when the house falls on the witch and her feet curl up and go under the house? That’s kind of like Einstein’s feet. I’m not sure what made me think of that…

Anyway, the cardiologist met with her highness after the tests. Einstein has two problems. Neither problem is DCM – the cardiac problem written in the news a lot lately – which has a connection to a grain free diet. Nope – he has two other problems. One is age related changes seen in many dogs involving his mitral valve. The other is actually one he was born with -Patent Ductus Arteriosis. The problem is usually detected when the dog is a puppy. Severe cases warrant surgical repair. Now it is most likely the Einstein’s case was not severe at birth -that’s why it was never detected and why it has never affected him.

So- the bottom line. He is NOT in heart failure. He shows no external symptoms of heart issues. Given that and given his age of 9.5, the vet was not pushing for surgery. He felt that medication, at Einstein’s age is a more reasonable option. IF he suddenly started showing significant symptoms, it COULD be an option. But the surgery for the PDA would not help the other problem. So he would still have that. So after LOTS of questions and discussion, her highness agreed with the vet’s recommendation. He’ll be picking up his drugs tomorrow. Our house is starting to look like a pharmacy.

So not GREAT news – but not HORRIBLE news either. Paws crossed he continues along as he currently is.

Now we know I was recently to the vet for my bloodwork. Einstein went to the vet and had his cardiac tests. It seems only fair that the FG get to visit the clinic. After all, we’ve probably paid for several vets’ vacations. So today it’s his turn. He is going in for a check up – and to get some X-rays. He has nothing broken- we just want to see how he is put together. Einstein and I wanted to X-ray his head to see why he thinks differently than us PONs. Her highness said they are not doing his head. I wish I could go to watch.

More on his tests in coming weeks. Oh. And more on his appetite for carpets. Which he apparently still has….

Have a good one. Peace and paws up.

Seizure free days: 32

The infirmary.

July 9, 2019Leave a Comment

Helpful hint: When you don’t have enough medical tape, vet wrap will do…

On Sunday, her highness and her sister went to a gardening center. Her sister needed plants. Her highness didn’t. So she walked around and took photos and then as she was about to leave, she spotted some lavender. She has attempted lavender before. But she killed it. Or thought she did. Who KNEW that it looks dead at the beginning of the season- but then it comes back to life? No wonder it never survived. She always pulled it out, thinking it was dead, and it was probably alive. Anyway, she bought two pots. And the plan was to put it in the raised bed in the middle of our driveway.

She left the pots by the front of the house. As you would expect, when we discovered them, we all tried to “water” them. We were stopped before the faucets opened.

So yesterday morning after our walks and breakfast, her highness headed out to plant the lavender.

They say that lavender has health benefits- including antiseptic and anti-inflammatory properties. Well that is ironic…

Her highness first cut some things with the weed whacker. Then she battled to get the leaf blower working. She pulled the cord probably 20 times. The neighbors could hear her anguished moans – so they shouted out to see if they could help. My human walked over and after two pulls, the neighbor started the blower. My human headed back home blowing everything in sight.

She got back, stopped the blower and used the weed whacker again. After that she again tried the blower. She came to the conclusion the blower has a PON/Picard engine. It only works when it FEELS like it. She grasped the cord, gave a tug and when it almost engaged she got so excited, she let go and the cord recoiled – whacking her wrist in the process. Injury #1. Oh. And the motor died. She came in the house, had a glass of water and went back out. She tried the blower again and it started. After about 30 pulls. Thank goodness.

She finished that part of the job and then went to step onto the raised bed to cut some bushes. This bed is about 3 feet high. She has stepped up onto it dozens of times. But this time, she somehow lost her balance and back she fell. Well, sideways. She fell onto the pavement. On her leg, hip and elbow. Her first thought? Geez I better not have broken anything- who will walk the dogs?! She got up slowly, realizing nothing felt “broken.” However – her shin was swelling immediately and bleeding profusely. Sorry for the graphic description- but heck you readers are used to poop descriptions- so you are tough.

She hobbled into the garage, grabbed a clean dog towel (that stack of dog grooming towels is good for more than grooming) and pressed it against her bleeding shin. She hobbled bent over into the house. Of course we ALL tried to help. She appreciated our offer of assistance- but because she wasn’t sure we could get the bandages out of the medicine drawer, she sequestered us on the deck. She sat down to evaluate the damage – and decided to call for back up. Thankfully our neighbors were still home and came down with tape and bandages. They got her highness fixed while we watched through the deck door with Einstein shouting out medical directives.

Her highness elevated her leg and took a deep breath. About a half hour later, she couldn’t resist the temptation to look at her battle scar. She removed the bandage, put on some antiseptic cream (she probably should have rubbed some lavender into it) and then realized she had no medical tape. She even checked the dog medical supplies – because frankly, we are better equipped than the human supplies. Nope. No tape. So how to keep that bandage on her shin? The answer. Vet wrap. It worked perfectly. Perhaps a bit of overkill- but it was going to hold that bandage and it doesn’t stick like tape. Every home should have some. Whether you have a dog or not!

Her highness washed up and went to sit out on the deck to relax with us. Of course we ALL had to inspect her bandaged leg and the FG REALLY wanted the bag of ice she was using to reduce the swelling.

We eventually settled down and her highness relaxed the rest of the day. She was able to hobble around and feed us on time- and we all promised it to not make her walk TOO far before we pooped.

Today, Einstein has his cardiology appointment. And as luck would have it, her highness also has a doctor’s appointment. I think we should start referring to our house as the “Infirmary.” But don’t worry – once that lavender gets planted, everything will be just fine.

Have a good one. Peace and paws up.

Seizure free days: 31

Miracles DO happen

July 8, 2019Leave a Comment

Miracles DO happen. Or maybe Picards just become all grown up…

Yesterday was another hot one. No running around or playing fetch until the evening. My human took me and Einstein out after 7:30 and she still only let us play a few rounds of fetch as she didn’t want us to get overheated. When we finished, she looked at the trees. There was a BIT of a breeze…

So she doused herself in bug spray, gave the FG a spray as well, and put him on the 50’ line of marine rope. She put on her rubber boots and grabbed a floatable fetch toy. And then she said a few prayers. I think it was to the Patron Saint of swimming dogs – or the one who protects against human rope injuries. She took a few moments to prepare herself mentally and off they went. Einstein and I stood on the deck watching as they headed down the trail. Einstein shouted “GOOD LUCK! Look – we’re peeing on the deck!”

On the way down the trail, she desperately tried to keep the FG ON the trail – and not off in the brush – for fear of the vampires. Holding fifty feet of rope and an anxious Picard was no easy fete.

They made it to the water’s edge and the wild child jumped in before she could throw the toy. She tossed the toy and he went right past it- heading for deeper water. Then – in the CLASSIC FG move, he started swimming parallel to the shoreline. His plan, of course was to jump up on the shoreline further down from my human and go for a run. But her highness was ready for him. She started pulling him back toward her. It was at that point that the FG realized he was busted. So he came back toward her and the fetch toy- which was in shallow water. But the toy was far enough out that her highness couldn’t reach it from the shore. He stood and stared at the toy. She said, in that nervous quasi happy tone “Get it!” He poked at it with his nose. My human’s heart sank. This fetching game was not going to work.

But then, something happened. It was like a weird electrical surge of energy. The FG grabbed the toy and hopped onto the shore – shaking water everywhere. Her highness wondered if she dare toss the toy further out. She closed her eyes and gave it a heave. And one crazy Picard leaped into the water and headed straight for the toy. He grabbed it and headed right back to shore. Out he jumped and dropped the toy- shaking like mad. Should they try ONE more time?

Well. They didn’t do it ONE more time- they did it SEVERAL times. The only challenge was grabbing him when he would get out. You see, the FG LOVES to rub against ANYTHING when he is wet – and her highness knew he would make every attempt to roll in the tall grasses or rub against foliage – and she did not want him potentially picking up ticks. So he would jump out and she had to hold him close as he shook himself off. She might as well have gone in the water – she was so wet. She would then entice him with the toy – and toss it back in.

And so it went. When she figured that her luck was probably about to run out, she said “OK, let’s go.” Now she had to hold him by the collar all the way up the trail, until they got to the lawn in the back yard. At which point he predictably threw himself in the grass. And rolled. And rolled.

Here are a few shots taken to prove this really happened. Now they are NOT great photos. Keep in mind her highness had to hold onto the line as he was going out and gather it as he was coming in. And she was shooting into the sun. But you get the idea.

Yes. Our little brother is really growing up. Mind you…he’s not QUITE ready to be taken off that line…

Have a good one. Peace and paws up.

Seizure free days: 30!

Not a great day. Part 2.

July 7, 2019Leave a Comment

Well, they haven’t come to take the fugitive away so meals are still being delivered on time.

Now for the “other” news. And before we begin- we are not going to panic about this. We are going to be positive- and think about next steps – rather than doom and gloom.

On Friday, my human took Einstein to the vet. He has been licking at his feet – and they are all pink. She tried trimming his hair between his paws and rubbing in some itch relief medication. After THAT wrestling match, it still didn’t work. He has his feet chewed up. To top it off, the FG helps him. My human caught him gnawing at Einstein’s feet several times. So she decided it really needed to be addressed.

The vet didn’t see anything bad on his feet but prescribed a medication that she said will either “work immediately- or it won’t.” So far, it IS working.

While at the vet, my human asked the vet to listen to his heart. Remember he had a murmur back in March. Well, the vet listened – and she said it sounds worse. She suggested an X-ray- which they did right then and there.

There is evidence that Einstein’s heart is enlarged. He shows no symptoms of a problem- no lack of energy, no coughing – but obviously there is a problem. The vet told my human there is a new cardiologist who has moved into our area. Before this, if you wanted to see a cardiologist, you needed to go to the Vet College in Prince Edward Island – about a 3 hour drive, or wait for a traveling clinic. So it’s GREAT news that we now have someone here full time. Our vet recommended a cardiac ultrasound to get a good picture of what is going on, and to get a baseline measurement of his heart function. The vet also suggested that the cardiologist would be able to recommend whether, at this point, medication is warranted.

While this is obviously not great news, we are happy that the problem has been found. Quite honestly, because he is asymptomatic, we would never have even known there was a problem. So paws crossed he will get the proper treatment to continue living a long, happy life!

Of course, Einstein is going to milk this “heart condition” every chance he can get. “Sit?” “Oh that’s too much effort. Just give me the treat while I’m jumping on you.” Yup. I can see this resulting in a HOST of bad behaviors which he can blame on “his condition.” Great.

We have had VERY hot weather the past few days. I’m voting for a heat pump- which despite the name, apparently keeps you cool in the summer. Leave it to humans to invent a cooling machine which they call a HEAT pump. Yeah – I know it also provides heat – but how about a TMD – a Temperature Modulation Device. That would be more appropriate. Why didn’t they ask me about the name? Anyway, I think it’s time to investigate it. We are melting. If anybody local has recommendations for local companies- let my human know. Her highness said it might not be “in the budget” right now. But we dogs want one. So that’s three against one. I’m determined to get one. She doesn’t know I have her VISA card…

Have a good one. Peace and paws up.

Seizure free days: 29

Not a great day…

July 6, 2019Leave a Comment

Well. Yesterday was not a great day…

It began with a suspension. My human’s. Let me begin this story by saying she is not a suspension type person. In fact, she’s never been suspended. From school or elsewhere. She’s pretty much a rule follower. She’s never even had a speeding ticket! Mind you – that’s largely due to luck. But she’s never had a parking ticket. OK- the meter HAS run out a few times – and she DID have to pay for that – but she’s never had a ticket for parking in a no parking zone. She doesn’t do it.

I’m not sure if she has had overdue library books – but certainly not any amount that would have her “suspended.” She’s no saint – she’s just boring.

So imagine her reaction when she got an email from the Google Ad people – telling her that my ad account on my blog was SUSPENDED for 30 days. The reason? They say her highness clicked on the ads on my blog. Which is “illegal.” Not illegal in the law sense – but it’s a frowned upon activity. I’m here as her witness to tell you she has never clicked my ads. Ever. Apparently, if “illegal activity” is found on a site, it results in suspension. And if you click your own ads, it’s illegal.

The problem is that there is no appeal process for “illegal activity.” No judge, no jury – you are presumed guilty and have to do your time. So we are in suspension mode for 30 days. Luckily they don’t take her to jail. That would be awful. Who would feed us?!

Apparently there are other “illegal activities.” So – IF they let us have ads again, please don’t click on anything- unless you are at least remotely interested in the site. Who knew that repeated clicking of the ads is discouraged. I guess they are there for decoration.

I understand if companies PAY people to click ads (which apparently some do!) – or if someone employs robotic software that continually clicks ads that would inflate ad interest – it could result in huge earnings for some companies who use ads- but I’m not sure how, if someone sees an ad for a pet store on my blog, and they click on it – even after several days- it can be considered “illegal.” Someone COULD be interested in a product and they are reminded about it when they look at the blog. Anyway, they did NOT say that was the reason for her suspension. But something to consider in the future.

The challenge is that there is no human to discuss the problem with. There is no chat line. No phone number. Google doesn’t REALLY exist.

Bottom line, my human did NOT click her own ads. We want representation!!! Her only recourse is to consult an on-line community of others who use ads- and ask for their help. Someone in the forum suggested that someone ELSE in our household was using my human’s computer and IP address and perhaps that “someone” was clicking on the ads. Don’t look at me. I just dictate the blog- I’m not computer savvy enough to click the ads. Although I DID see Einstein at the desktop the other day…

So that blog news wasn’t great. Mind you, it’s not the end of the world. We will survive. It’s rather exciting living with a suspended woman. I think I’ll start calling her the fugitive. We’ll have to keep her in line.

There was also a vet visit yesterday….Tune in for news about that tomorrow….

Have a good one. Peace and paws up.

Seizure free days: 28

The rope trick

July 5, 2019Leave a Comment

We all know that yours truly will play fetch until my tongue is dragging on the ground. Or I would if my human let me. Einstein enjoys the game as well but after about 10 returns, starts taking the toy back to the house. He clearly communicates when he has had enough.

Now that the weather is finally getting warmer, we can only play early in the morning. Or in the evening. Currently we play until the mosquitoes and black flies begin to carry off the fetch toy. Or my human is bleeding profusely. Whatever happens first.

The challenge is the FG. My human KNOWS he is itching for a run – and she KNOWS if they play fetch, he’ll see it as an opportunity to make a mad dash. She wants to get him down to the lake for a swim, but she has to finish cutting the trail first. She did a good part of it the other night before the mosquitoes made her look like a pin cushion. The key to enjoying the great outdoors right now, is a breezy day. Got a breeze? No bugs. No breeze? Better wear your big suit.

Anyway, she wants to take him for a swim – and will do so within the next few days. On a breezy day. But she remembered that last year, the FG liked to swim down the lake. And then he would go for a run in the woods. To address that challenge, she went shopping for a long, floatable line. So she can “direct” our freestyle swimmer. She went to several places. She had seen one “for dogs” last fall and didn’t get it at the time. Bad news – they no longer carry it. She did find a 50’ rope with an attached clip in the marine section of a hardware store. So she got that.

The other night, it wasn’t breezy enough down at the lake, so after Einstein and I had our game of fetch, her highness decided to put the rope to use on land. And she would play fetch with the FG.

She threw the toy, and held onto the end of her 50’ leash. Out he ran and back he came with the toy. Brilliant!!!! She tossed it again. Again he came back. Awesome. But we’re talking about the FG. Next toss he goes out and comes back half way. He promptly rolls on the toy. She walks over, picks it up and tosses it. Out he races. Grabs it and lies down. And so it continued. My human fetching. Multiple times. But the BEST part? Picture a rolling Picard tangling himself up in 50’ of line. Quite an entertaining scene. I think they should take that trick on the road.

Ah the joys of summer. I can’t WAIT to watch him go for his swim. My human better wear waders. Or a bathing suit.

Have a good one. Peace and paws up.

Seizure free days: 27

July 4. And kabooms.

July 4, 2019Leave a Comment

July 4 – and in the US it’s a big holiday- Independence Day. Lots or parades, barbecues, picnics- and no doubt fireworks. While fireworks can be pretty – the loud thunder-like kabooms – can be VERY stressful for some canines – and actually for some humans as well.

Some municipalities are moving toward quiet fireworks. But many still have the kabooms – as do many individuals who use them.

Clearly if you have a dog who is frightened by them- do NOT let that dog loose outside. Reportedly, a study by the ASPCA found that more dogs run away in July than any other month. Think there’s a connection?

Some dogs benefit from the use of a Thundershirt – which acts as a compression wrap – to help them relax. Playing music may also distract from the scary kabooms. Closing windows can also help to cut down the sounds.

One suggestion I read, was to tire your dog out during the day – so he won’t be AS worked up when the kabooms start. He may be so tired he might sleep through them. Might being the operative word.

If a dog is really frightened – apparently there is medication that can be prescribed by your veterinarian. One vet on-line suggested something called the gum gel Sileo. It acts as a calming agent but does not sedate the dog. If your dog becomes really frightened- and some dogs literally shake and shiver and try to hide – a medication may be the best option. Apparently desensitization takes a long time and lots of work – and unfortunately is often not successful.

Nobody in this house cares about thunder, fireworks or ANY loud noises. Probably because we see them as competition and not something scary. Einstein barked when he heard fireworks far off in the distance the other night. He was just showing he could be equally loud (as everyone in the neighborhood knows). As for thunder – we don’t care – but it does signal that we probably don’t want to go out right then. You know what we think about rain.

Anyway, have a happy 4th to my friends in the US. Stay safe and ignore the kabooms. Be like us. Make your own.

Have a good one. Peace and paws up.

Seizure free days:26

There’s a tick in there…

July 3, 2019Leave a Comment

Monday morning. At 6 AM we were having more rain. It pretty much rained on and off the whole long weekend. No one in our house was in a hurry to go out. My human managed to drag us out around 7AM. She gave us the “quick, quick, quick” instruction- which basically means no long walk – we are headed to the backyard where we are expected to go. Quick. Quick. QUICK. As usual, Einstein QUICKLY complied with the instructions. And me? Nah. I’m not AS phobic of rain as he is.

After Einstein did his thing, her highness let him off leash – and he ran around to the front of the house to stand under the front entrance porch. Meanwhile, she took me part way down the trail to the lake. She didn’t want to go too far for several reasons:

1. She had not cut the trail grass. And it was high. Meaning a potential tick haven.

2. Because she had expected we would follow the “quick, quick, quick,” instruction, she had not bothered to put on our tick force field bandanas. So we were defenseless.

Frankly, I didn’t care. I wandered along. In the fine rain. Sniffing, trotting, looking – I was not about to produce results. She headed back toward the house with me happily leading the way. She put me and Einstein in, and took out the FG who, like Einstein, followed the q3 instruction for a p3. As he was coming in, it began to rain harder. Imagine my shock when she came in and put the leash back on me, and went to take me out again. Seriously?!

This time we headed up to the road. More cool stuff to sniff. No results.

By now we are both soaking wet, so she tries one more time in the backyard . And at this point she doesn’t care WHERE I walk. Tick haven or not. She is letting me go in tall grasses, dried (well wet) piles of leaves. She just wants me to GO.

Nope. No results. She walks me back to the house but instead of letting me into the kitchen, opens the door to the grooming torture palace. She is about to perform the tbc (tick blow check) and also dry me off.

As she is blowing, she notices SOMETHING on the fur on my foot. She gets a comb and pulls it off – along with a bit of hair. She tries to figure out what it is – and THINKS it is a tick. So she holds the comb with the THING over the bathtub to get a closer look.

Now I have talked NUMEROUS times about this woman’s lack off coordination. And ….well sometimes a lack of brains. She is holding the comb with her dominant right hand and holding the jet engine dryer nozzle with her non-dominant, even less coordinated left hand. One step toward the tub and in a classic case of the right hand not knowing what the left hand is doing, she blows the “thing” somewhere. Who KNOWS where it went. I’ve said before that that dryer could blow a chihuahua into the next county. Imagine what it could do to a tick.

Of course she screamed and attempted to actually find the thing. Ever been in our garage? Picture a combo grooming torture chamber, second hand store, tool and gardening center, recycling warehouse- oh and a small place to park a car. So do you see the futility in trying to find a piece of dog hair with a tick attached? But she tried to find him. While I stood on the grooming table watching. She finally gave up after about 15 minutes.

So somewhere in our garage – we MIGHT have a tick. She’ll be looking at every dot she sees on the floor for months now. We might have to move. I’m surprised she didn’t put up warning signs at the entrance to the garage. Or that yellow crime scene tape.

Oh and I finally did produce a p3 later that afternoon. No problem. Sometimes I just like to shake things up around here. Never EVER a dull moment.

Have a good one. Peace and paws up.

Seizure free days: 25

The new pet store…

July 2, 2019Leave a Comment

Her highness subjected herself to a high blood pressure inducing event the other day. Just because she loves us. She went to check out a new pet store that recently opened in our area. This company has always had an on-line business and we have bought lots from them in the past. But they recently opened two local stores. Their grand opening has been going on for a week or two.

So she decided to pop in there on Saturday. The Saturday of the holiday long weekend. She COULD have taken us or at least ONE of us – but she wanted to check out the lay of the land first. Probably just as well.

While the store is nice and they reportedly have no lack of toys or treats, it was apparently a bit of a doggie madhouse. Humans and pets could have a free photo taken in front of a fake scenic background. That apparently was a bit of a gong show – as most pet photo shoots are. At least in our house.

As someone is trying to get their photo taken, those waiting are not exactly helping – with their dogs barking and pulling toward the photo models. And of course, this scenic background is set up RIGHT by the entrance. Just TRY and get Fido’s attention for that photo. Humans are wrestling with dogs, and dogs are not cooperating . (Just watching this made my human’s blood pressure go up. )

Then we have the dogs who freak out as you come around the corner of the aisle and run into them. Barking and pulling at their leashes. (Blood pressure again rises. )

We have the extremely pleasant but obviously novice staff who spend the odd spare moment studying food cans and bags so they can answer questions. I am NOT making this up.

Oh and of course we also have the overweight Bernese who comes in and is not in the store 3 minutes before he has a giant poop. Giant. Clean up aisle four. (Blood pressure is creeping up again. )

My human overheard one child say to his mother – “Where’s the pets? I thought this was a pet store. I want a kitten.” The mother said – “I don’t know – it doesn’t look like they have any.” (Blood pressure is now at danger level. Doesn’t EVERYBODY know that you don’t buy pets at a pet store. OK. Maybe some sell fish. I guess the name is a bit of of false advertising.)

My human breathes a sigh of relief that she didn’t bring us. But of course, she DID make a purchase. While checking out she chatted with the cashier who asked what kind of dogs my human had. So you know she HAD to show our Canada Day photo. The girl said – “oh cute – you should bring them in and we can take their photo!!!” My human said she could only bring all three of us if the store was closed. The cashier said -“bring them any time – we can help.” Her highness just smiled and said thanks.

But here’s the best part of this story. So she goes into a store FILLED with treats, food and toys. Doggie Disney World. And what does she come home with?! Are you ready? A COMB. Yes – you read that correctly. A COMB. I love her – but seriously- isn’t that just cruel?

Excuse me while I go and order some stuff on-line.

Have a good one. Peace and paws up.

Seizure free days: 24