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Cone-head and butt-head

May 24, 2018Leave a Comment

So cone-head and butt-head are still at it. Those are the new names for Einstein and the FG. It is UNBELIEVABLE that I am the good dog in this household.

Butt-head continues to go after cone-head. Cone-head in turn, is so annoyed, he actually grabbed a bunch of hair on butt-head’s face, and tore it off. But not to worry – butt-head obviously was not hurt because he went right back to try again. My human immediately stepped in to end that round.

The really bad part yesterday was the fact that my human discovered that cone-head had a bunch of his hair stuck to the sore spot. IMAGINE trying to fix THAT dilemma. Honestly, if this was a reality show, everyone would think it was fake.

The squeaking by both cone-head AND butt-head sounds like living in an aviary. Last night, my human even gave cone-head a few drops of my CBD oil to settle him down. She seriously considered chugging the whole bottle herself.

Oh yes – and on top of our insanity, my human is battling ants. It’s that time of year when the pesky insects make their way through cracks in the most crazy places and they are driving my human nuts. I think it’s a good thing – it takes her mind off the battle of cone-head and butt-head. Sure it does. She has been placing ant traps in inaccessible places. Inaccessible to us dogs. Not the ants. In fact, she found ants crawling all over one. So either it is working great – or she needs some new ammunition.

Someone suggested my human needs a vacation. She actually has planned a few days away in August – only to find that our most recent dog sitter – who stayed with us in November, is no longer sitting. My human thinks we made her retire. And another potential sitter is getting married. Really – I think the marriage excuse is a bit much. OK. She is getting married like three days before my human plans to be away. Does she REALLY need a honeymoon? The newlyweds could stay here! On a lake. In the “woods.” Near a golf course. Three pleasant dogs. What more could newlyweds want?

Keep those fingers crossed that the sore on cone-head continues to heal. If he continues to complain today, he may end up at our vet’s tonight. Just for a check up. Not to stay.

And if anyone knows a good dog sitter in our area, please contact my human. She actually pays danger pay. Just kidding. Actually – no, I’m not….

Have a good one. Peace and paws up!

Seizure-free days: 8

The cone of shame.

May 23, 2018Leave a Comment

You know the old saying, it’s all fun and games until somebody ends up in a cone….

So you may recall the torn nail the other day. The one belonging to Einstein. The one that my human bandaged. The one that appeared fine. And it IS. But the problem after the unfortunate injury did not have to do with Einstien so much as it had to do with me and the FG. We were nurses in another life. And we wanted to FIX that nail. By licking it. My human had to constantly keep telling us to stop showering Einstein with “affection.”

But then the next day, something ELSE happened. The FG, who was already obsessed with Einstien’s nail, now became OBSESSED with…well…Einstein’s nether areas. I mean CRAZY obsessed. BEYOND his noraml crazy. My human has not had male and female dogs together, but she guesses the behavior was QUITE like having an intact (or non-neutered) male with an intact (non-spayed) female. My human has HEARD the stories of males going OUT of their minds while a female comes into season. Well that was like the FG and Einstein. The FG would NOT let Einstein alone. He would poke him with his nose and Einstein would swing round and bark at him. The FG would come back again. Einstein would bark again. Einstien would chase him. The FG would come back again. My human would use the squirt gun. The FG would come back again. The FG would attempt to even mount Einstein. IMAGINE how well THAT went over. My human would have to put him in his crate – it got so out of hand.

It would stop for periods of time, but at 2:30 AM on Sunday morning, my human had had enough, when it started again. She got up and put the FG in his crate and it was at that point that she realized that Einstein was clearly in discomfort. She examined his rear end for mats. Nope. But he was panting and seemed in distress. She called the emergency hospital and asked if is could be an anal gland problem. Not that he has ever had one, but it seemed like a possible reason. They said to take him out for a walk and then apply a warm compress to his butt. So here she was, walking the road at 3AM and she then applied the compress. He seemed better after that and went to sleep, so she figured if it was an anal gland problem (with no visible signs of an abcess) he would be OK until at least the next morning.

Monday morning, Einstein appeared fine. He pooped and peed and ran around and ate his breakfast like normal. We even went for a nice long walk with our buddy, Pig Pen. The FG went for a good walk, but still when he came back, at every chance, he would go after Einstein. My human had a funeral to attend, so she left the FG in his crate. She examined Einstein, and although he did attempt to lick his nether regions a few times, he seemed OK. After the funeral, my human had a few errands so she got home mid-afternoon. She let the FG out of his crate and he immediately went to sniff Einstein. Who by this point was starting to bite the FG on his face. Clearly not hard enough, because although he would squeak, he would go back after Einstein again. My human figured something was really wrong. She called another 24 hour clinic – because remember – this was a holiday and our regular vet was still not open. They suggested she take another good look – it could definitely be an anal gland problem. Back they went on the grooming table. My human searched his rear end (the stuff that dog people are used to doing), and noticed nothing. And then, she touched his privates. Ooooo-eeee. She found the problem. She couldn’t get a great look – but it appeared that one of the family jewels was quite red. Problem solved. Sort of. Now what to do. Go to emergency, of course.

I should have prefaced this whole story by reminding you that Einstein IS a COMPLETE drama king. I mean you brush him and you would think he was being tortured. So IMAGINE a scrape in the nether nether areas…

The vet examined him (with lots of assistance and much moaning and groaning – by Einstein – not the vet) and said that the jewels were safe, but he did have an abrasion. My human figured that it probably happened while racing over a log or through branches out beyond the trail. The vet gave her some cream to put on the spot (good luck with that) and some medication for pain. She said it would relax him. My human asked the vet if she could take some herself. The vet did not laugh.

Along with the cream and the pills, they came home with the cone of shame. The vet didn’t want Einstein licking at the sore area. My human should have really got cones for all three of us. Big mistake on her part. Actually, when Einstein growls at me – should I attempt it, I DO back off. But Mr. Stubborn? Not so much. Hopefully the sore will heal quickly because right now, my human can’t leave the two of them together. It is total chaos. TOTAL chaos. Barking, lunging, poking, snapping, squeaking – it’s crazier than a session of Congress.

At the end of the day, one REALLY can’t be mad at the FG. It was his persistance that alerted my human to the problem. Sort of. I think she should give the guy credit for trying to help out.

Please say a prayer that this heals quickly. Or my human will be locking HERSELF in the crate. And taking a few of those pills….

Have a good one. Peace and paws up!
Seizure-free days: 7

Losing it

May 22, 2018Leave a Comment

It’s official. My human is losing it. Literally and figuratively.

It all started on Wednesday, when she realized I was down to the last drops in my bottle of CBD oil. I have continued to take CBD oil – a different version than I originally started with. It’s a long, complicated story, and I won’t get into the chemical make up of this stuff. What I can tell you is that it is full spectrum CBD, but it does not contain THC – the part of the cannabis plant that makes humans high. This stuff comes from Colorado and apparently is USDA inspected. The challenge with this stuff is finding a product that contains what it says on the bottle. IF it even says anything on the bottle. Anyway, for now we are sticking with this stuff – and although as we all know I still do have seizures, they do not last as long. So my human doesn’t want to change anything for now.

Back to the story. The product we get is distributed in Canada by a company here in Nova Scotia. It’s a little over an hour from our house. In the Valley area of the province – which is our agricultural area for those who have never been here. Lots of apples are grown there and in recent years, grapes. Which means lots of new wineries springing up all the time.

So on Wednesday night my human placed an order on line for my stuff. The company, Dogs of Pride is always SUPER prompt in filling orders. They also carry several brands of REALLY good dog grooming products. But that’s another story. My human knew they would ship the stuff on Thursday and sure enough, there was notice in our mailbox on Friday that the package was at the post outlet at a local pharmacy. We had JUST enough to squeeze out my dose for Friday night – so my human went on Saturday morning to pick up the stuff. Which comes in a box that measures 6”x4”x4”. Keep that in mind.

On Saturday night, my human went to open the box. She had been shopping and she had things in a few bags. So she looked for the box. Not in bag #1. Not in bag #2. Nor in #3. She went back to look in the car to see if the box had fallen out. It’s small. But not THAT small. She looked on the floor. She looked in the back seat. No box. She looked around the house. Had she put it somewhere and not remembered? Nope. So now she starts thinking back. She picked up the box in the postal outlet and then went to an ATM machine in the back of the store. Then she purchased something at the counter at the front of the store. But her heart sunk. She couldn’t remember carrying the box out of the store. So she MUST have left it by the ATM machine. By now, of course, the store was closed. She was in a panic. Would I have a seizure?! She had some of the original stuff I had been taking before – so gave me that, praying I would not have a seizure. And I thankfully didn’t.

The next morning, she was waiting as the store opened. She rushed to the ATM machine expecting to see the box on a nearby counter. No box. I should note, this little box of stuff costs over $175. She looked behind the ATM. No box. So she went to the front of the store. “Did anyone hand in a box?” Nope. Could it be back in the postal outlet? The young clerk explained that the postal outlet was closed on Sunday, and they didn’t have a key to get in the back. My human explained that the package contained medication for her dog. Another clerk offered to call the postal clerk who had workrd the day before, to see if anything had been turned in. She couldn’t reach her – but another clerk kindly offered to come in and take a look. My human was SO grateful. When the girl emerged empty handed, my human’s heart sank. The girl said it was possible it was put somewhere, but she couldn’t find it – and we would have to wait to hear from the original clerk. My human thanked them for their effort as she did one more scan of the small store.

She went back to the car. Now what? With the holiday yesterday, she knew the earliest she would receive a shipment would be Wednesday. She just didn’t want to take a chance that I would seizure. So she called the store in the Valley. They were not open – but the owner answered her cell phone. My human explained the dilemma and the owner kindly agreed to meet my human at the store. Problem solved. Now she just needed to drive a little over an hour to get the stuff. In what was at times, torrential rain. But not to worry – she made it and had a wonderful visit with the owner of the store who thankfully understands crazy dog owners. While there, my human figured she might as well buy some grooming supplies too – might as well make this trip doubly worth it. She parted after what was probably an hour, thanked the woman profusely, and headed home. But not before she stopped to take some photos of her adventure….

When she got home, we were all excited to see her. In addition to the grooming supplies she also got some yummy treats. All was right with the world. Medication ready to go. However, my human STILL kept thinking about the original box. She was so disappointed that someone had probably noticed it – and had taken it. That was the only explanation. The person wouldn’t even know what was it the box. Mind you, there ARE people like that in the world. It continued to bother my human. She looked again around the house. No box. She looked around the garage. No box. She looked again in the car. No box. She opened the passenger door. No box. And then, she reached UNDER the passenger seat…

Never a dull moment I tell ya. Never ever.

Have a good one. Peace and paws up!

Seizure free days: 6

An experiment

May 21, 2018Leave a Comment

My human would like to try an experiment. She would like to get a warren of rabbits. That’s one word for a group of rabbits. Other words to describe them include a colony, a nest, a down or a husk. Who knew you call a group of rabbits a husk?! The other option for domestic rabbits is a herd. Somehow the vision of a herd of rabbits sounds like something out of a sci-fi movie. Anyway, I digress.

So the experiment involves a colony of rabbits. The experimenter would place them on the front lawn. Of our house. Somehow. And then the experimenter would open the front door to our home. With two PONs at the front door. Seems like there would be a pretty simple hypothesis about what would happen. But wait. I forgot to add one important element to the experiment. Rain. It would be pouring rain. And it would be windy too. Now, what’s the hypothesis? I would say that one PON might venture out to chase a rabbit or two. But would quickly come back. That would be me. I am not a huge fan of rain. Especially if I was forced to wear a raincoat. Einstein? I predict, with 99.9% accuracy that he would NOT go out that door. Nope. Not even a husk of rabbits could make him go out. A husk of rabbits waving dog treats. Nope. He wouldn’t go.

And so was the scene yesterday morning at 5:30AM. I still got up at our regular time even though it was the weekend, but there was no anxious spinning and barking to go out the door. None. I did approach the door – when my leash was put on, but Einstein retreated to a spot under the dining room table. He had NO intention of going out. He heard the rain. The FG just watched the proceedings.

I got to go first. And let’s face it – who can poop while wearing a raincoat? True – the coat doesn’t obstruct anything – but it just doesn’t feel right to poop in a coat. So we walked. And walked. And WALKED. Trudged is more like it. When my human had no luck on the road or around our house, she put me the the vehicle, drove me down the road to the trail (which was her last resort)and took me out there. And I finally went. Then it was Einstein’s turn. First she had to catch him. He circled under the dining room table. Then he squirmed as she put on the ill-fitting plaid raincoat. I got to wear the flashy blue one, but it was already too wet to wear. Instead of dragging him up to the road, once she managed to get him out the door, she took him into the backyard. I had warned him as they went out that my human was NOT giving up. She was already soaked, so she was determined to get results. For a change, he complied rather quickly. And then it was the FG’s turn.

First off, there is no coaxing with him. Rain, snow, hail – he doesn’t care. Mind you, by the time it was his turn, my human didn’t even feel like putting on another raincoat, so he went out naked. No worries with him really – he’s wash and wear anyway. AND , thankfully for my human, he is a power pooper. You tell him, and he goes. They were back in the house in no time.

The rest of the morning we lounged around as we didn’t want to go anywhere. Bonus for my human who took advantage of our low energy, and went back to bed for about an hour.

Today is a holiday – Victoria Day – a day to celebrate Queen Victoria’s birthday. Wonder what she would have thought about the wedding the other day? I thought the bride looked lovely. The FG thought that dress would have been perfect to rub his face in. My human watched the entire proceedings. Kind of like watching a live fairytale. Good luck to the couple. May the fairytale continue, even when you have to pick up your partner’s stinky socks from a heap on the bathroom floor. Wait. They have servants for that, don’t they? Anyway, we do wish them well. Even though our invitation never arrived in time….

Have a good one. Peace and paws up!

Seizure free days: 5

Flowers

May 20, 2018Leave a Comment

May 20. And according to the crazy calendar, it is Flower Day. I guess it’s a day to appreciate flowers. The canines in this household appreciate flowers. We like to eat dandelions and we will pee on any other flowering plant that dares to grow on our property. Right now, the mantra is “don’t pee on the lupines.” Lupines grow wild here and they are coming up like crazy on the part of our property closest to the road. It started with a few flowers and now they are really spreading. They will open in a few weeks. My human really likes the tall, cylindrical flowers that come mostly in purple and white, and sometimes also in pink on our property. And right now, as they are coming up, she struggles to drag us down the road when we go for a walk, so we don’t stop to water them.

I’m thinking though, that our watering is really not that bad. I take as an example, a hosta growing in our yard. We have LOTS of varieties of hosta, and while many people say they have trouble with deer eating them, it has never been a problem for us. Anyway, there is one hosta in particular that really gets a LOT of pee showers ALL FALL AND WINTER and right through spring. And I mean a LOT of pee. And guess what? It is looking great and will no doubt be one of the biggest hostas we own. Obviously our pee did no harm with that plant. Maybe we could market that hosta as pee resistant.

Today we have a rainy day forecast. Not good for us PONs, but my human is quite happy to settle in with a book and relax. As IF we will EVER let her do that. I’m banking on some games of Find the Bunny. On the flip side, I hope she doesn’t have any plans for grooming… Uh oh. Excuse me while I go and hide…

Have a good one. Peace and paws up!

Seizure free days: 4

Somebody is bleeding…..

May 19, 2018Leave a Comment

My human has decided she would like a day without any drama. Just one day. No seizures, swarms of black flies, bears, banana swallowing, counter surfing capers – just one day of peace. But no. Not in THIS house.

On Thursday she had a busy, busy day at work. She zipped home to walk and feed us but then had to go back for an evening event at work. She made arrangements with a neighbor to come in and give me my 7 PM medication. She got home just as the sun was setting – around 8:30 PM. She was tired and debated whether to let us run around outside. It was starting to get dark, so she wasn’t sure she should take a chance. But she stuffed her pockets with tasty treats and opened the front door – and Einstein and I EXPLODED out the door. Barking and rolling and chasing each other in total PONdemonium- like we hadn’t just spent the whole day together. Of course, the FG was on a leash – my human wasn’t about to lose him in the woods. We raced around for a few minutes, peed and ran back to the door to get the treats. Perfect. Or so my human thought. As she took off her coat and prepared to dole out the treats she looked at the floor. BIG bloody footprints. Everywhere. And she immediately spotted the victim. It was Einstein. Who was still jumping around but clearly injured. She grabbed him and picked him up so quickly, none of us even saw the move coming. She whisked him into the garage aka grooming torture palace aka surgical suite to examine the injury. It was the left rear foot.

At the BEST of times, Einstein doesn’t like anyone touching his feet. So you can IMAGINE the scene with one very tired human and a squirmy, hurting PON. My human couldn’t get a really good look – but it appeared to be a nail and not a pad problem. It almost looked like the nail was torn. So what to do? Bandage it. She got out gauze and vet wrap and went to work. After she finished she put one of those rubber boots on him – the kind that look like a balloon. At first Einstein walked kind of wonky but was then fine. But, the FG was obsessed with the new attire and would NOT leave him alone. By this point, it was after 10 so my human figured she would try to sleep. She sequestered the FG in his kennel – to keep him from bugging Einstein who kept rushing at him and barking like mad. My human went to lie down – but in typical obsessive fashion, started worrying that Einstein would bleed to death. My human is a BIT dramatic at times. So at 10:30, she got up and took him back to the surgical suite. This was, of course, after she had done some on-line research. She carefully unwrapped the foot and saw that it HAD continued to bleed. BUT it NOW clearly had stopped. She didn’t want to poke and probe too much – so she wrapped it back up. Then she proceeeded to groom him. Really. She was wide awake and figured in some twisted logic that she could keep him off the foot by grooming him. She finished around midnight and decided she could either go to the 24 hour vet (which seemed a bit of overkill given that the bleeding had stopped and he was not limping or in obvious discomfort) or she could go to bed as she had a busy day at work the next day. She opted for bed – but set her alarm for 4:30. So she could get up and examine him. No I am NOT kidding. At 4:30 she figured she would first take us out for our morning walk and then examine the foot to see how it was after walking. Not the regualar walk – just a short jaunt. And if there was a problem, she would drop him off at our vet on the way to work.

Thank goodness we didn’t happen to run into the bear at 4:30 or the porcupine a neighbor had spotted in their yard that evening. If we had run into the bear, my human would have probably surrendered – she was so tired. After our walk, she took the FG out. And she then returned to the surgical suite with Einstein. She AGAIN examined the foot and there was no sign of bleeding. But she still wrapped it again. Just to be sure. He still wasn’t happy about letting her examine it – but as I said before, that’s nothing new. She knew the FG would still be obsessed with Einstein, so he got to spend the day in the run in the garage – while my human went to work. She was so proud of her bandaging skills. It looked fabulous. However, at around 10:30 in the morning, when she went to check on us via Big Brother, she saw Einstein ripping her bandage masterpiece off his foot. She had to stop watching as she knew there was nothing she could do.

The good news in this whole saga and drama? She got home from work and Einstein appeared fine. He was not limping or bleeding and if you didn’t know about the excitement from the night before, you wouldn’t know anything happened. He’s not bothering with the foot although the FG and I would LOVE to lick it if given the chance. The squirt gun is being carried everywhere by my human. It s a great deterrent.

Thank goodness it’s a long weekend! She NEEDS Monday off! MAYBE one day this weekend will be drama-free. But then again, what fun is that?!

Now excuse me while I prepare to watch the wedding. Cheerio!

Have a jolly good one! Peace and paws up!

Seizure-free days: 3

Puntastic

May 18, 2018Leave a Comment

May 18. And according to the crazy calendar it is O. Henry Pun Off day. A day to honor the writer William Syndey Porter from the 1800’s whose pen name was O. Henry. Stories by O. Henry often included twisted, suprise endings and used wordplay. So in Texas each year, there is a Pun contest to honor the author”s artisic use of words – through puns.

So I decideed to loook up some dog puns. And thanks to Reader’s Digest, I was able to find a few. They are groaners – so don’t blame me. I didn’t write them. Here we go…

What do you call a dog that floats ? A pug boat

What do you call a sad pup who loves fruit? A mellon collie

What was the dog’s favorite type of homework? A lab report

What did the dog at the contrsuction site say? My specialty is roofing.

What do you call a dog magician? A Labracadabrador

Why did the tree think the dog was talking to him? He kept saying “bark, bark, bark.”

What do you get when you cross a cocker spaniel, a poodle and a rooster? A cockerpoodledoo.

What’s the diference between a dog and a marine biologist? One wags a tail and the other tags a whale.

What did the Dalmation say after a big meal? That hit the spot.

What kind of dog does Dracula have? A bloodhound

What’s a chihuahua’s favorite Christmas carol? Fleas Navidad

Why aren’t dogs good dancers? Because they have two left feet.

OK. Enough of that. Remember- I just found ‘em.

Tomorrow we will have to get up extra early with our human. We’ll be settling in front of the telly to watch the big event – the Royal wedding. I’m disappointed my invitation in the mail didn’t arrive on time, but I’ll still watch it. Wonder if there will be any dogs in the ceremony….

Have a good one. Peace and paws up!

Seizure free days: 2

Mistaken identity

May 17, 2018Leave a Comment

Well here is an interesting story out of China. Given our adventure the other night, it caught my eye. Seems a family in China purchased a “puppy” two years ago. And they were surpised at how quickly he was growing. Turns out he is an Asiatic Black Bear. Really. They thought it was a Tibetan Mastiff puppy. Really. But don’t think they are crazy to not recognize the difference. Apparently some other guy in China found a stray “dog” in the woods and raised it in a cage. It also turned out to be a bear. I’m thinking that guy might have known the differnece – given that he DID keep it in a cage. But really. There’s not much chance we would EVER make that mistake with our recent visitor. Even if he was a cub…

But if you think mistaking a bear for a dog is unusual – what abut the story of the guy in Florida who also made a big mistaken identity error. Apparently he went to pick up the family Maltese at the groomer – and are you ready – brought home the WRONG dog. He THOUGHT the dog seemed a bit “different” but it wasn’t until he got the dog home that his sons noticed he had the wrong dog. And, of course, his sons turned to social media to share their father’s embarrassing mistake. You can be sure he won’t make that error again!

As you may have noticed, I, unfortunately, had another seizure the other night. My human has a suspician as to why it might have happened – in fact, that evening she was wondering if it would. It seems every time I get low on my potassium bromide medication – like there is an inch left in the bottom of the bottle, I have a seizure. She actually asked the pharmacist the last time it happened if the medication loses it’s potency over time. They said it’s not used a lot – so they had no info on shelf life. But it did happen the last time the bottle was low – so MAYBE that was the reason? Who knows. It’s just disappointing.

Anyway, it’s Thursday so one more day of work for my human after today and THEN she has a three day weekend! Whooo hooo. Longer walks!! In the dark. Before the black flies get up. While making lots of noise to scare away bears. I can’t WAIT!!!

Have a good one. Peace and paws up!
Seizure-free days: 1

Pooh. Or Paddington. Or Smokey. Or T-R-O-U-B-L-E.

May 16, 2018Leave a Comment

Well QUITE the excitement at our place Monday night. Around 8PM, my human went into the kitchen for a little snack. Any GOOD snacks are hidden in the microwave for safety reasons. She headed for the stash and happened to look out the kitchen window. And not 20 feet away she saw the rear end of a creature ambling away from the house. A BIG jet black rear end. A bear. She went to grab her phone to take a photo as he wandered up the grassy hill and disappeared behind the bed of large bushes and plants. She stood there shaking – not knowing what to do. She called a neighbor who didn’t answer and quickly hung up as she saw him again- heading back down the driveway toward the house.

OK. Now I hate to admit this, but none of us watch dogs were the least bit aware of the intruder. The kitchen window is too high – although the FG CAN look out if he puts both paws on the counter. But we were all basically silent. My human watched as he approached our garbage cans. When he attempted to knock one over, she knocked on the window and he ran off. The knocking on the window started the canine chorus, so she figured that was the end of Paddington. Nope. He came back and attempted again to knock over the bin. This time he did, but one bag in the can contained some broken glass, so the sound of it falling over seemed to scare him and he took off. And then he came back again. This time he knocked over the can full of dog poop bags. The guy must have been desperate. All the while, we were barking like mad- but we didn’t even know why.

When he headed back to the can with the glass, my human decided he might hurt himself. No. I’m not kidding. So she sequestered us in the house, and threw open the front door. The sound of that scared Pooh for good, and he dashed into the woods- and this time disappeared for good.

After a while, my human took us out for our last night pee. And she wondered if we would react to his scent. Not us PONs. Well actually we DID smell him, but had NO intention of following him. This was no bunny! Forget that!

When my human took the FG out, he was MUCH more interested in the scent. Finally a potential playmate who could withstand his roughhousing. Right. Wonder if the black flies bother Smokey?

Have a good one. Peace and paws up!
Seizure-Free days: 0 Again.

Horrible guests.

May 15, 2018Leave a Comment

We have company. Bad company. They are back. And we cannot WAIT until they are gone. Talk about unwelcome guests. And they are as big and bad as ever. Who? The black flies. It was like overnight. We went from hanging out on our deck, to being sequestered except for walks. And it’s a good thing our walks are super early. Black flies like to sleep in. My human tried to do some yard work on Saturday, and she had to get her bug suit out. They can also bite us dogs- and they really seemed to go for the FG’s ears. Along with ticks, they are right up there with those things I would like to see become extinct. Seriously. I know it’s not nice to be so mean, but both insects have no redeeming qualities in my mind. Thankfully, unlike ticks, the miniature flying piranhas will only be around for a few weeks. In the meantime, we pray for wind. STRONG winds to blow them into tomorrow.

We just need some researcher to figure out how to get the two insects to annihilate one another. Now wouldn’t that be perfect…Anybody know a good entomologist?

And besides the horrid flies we had ANOTHER guest last night. And that newcomer was a REAL doozy! Be sure to read tomorrow’s blog about it. And this one was no April Fools joke…. Stay tuned!

Have a good one. Peace and paws up!

Seizure-free days: 13