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Drama. Part 63.

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Yesterday morning my human’s alarm went off at 4:30.  Yes.  You read that correctly.  4:30 AM.  OK, we knew she was going back to work – but this seemed like overkill.  Unfortunately, April 1st did not only mark her return to work – but it also marked the beginning of a MAJOR road construction project in the city.  This road construction was going to include the closure of a major route into the city.  A route that my human, and 24,000 other commuters take.  The detour option was NOT a good idea as it was going to funnel cars into an already busy road.  She KNEW that this was going to spell trouble and even went so far as to write a letter to the editor of the paper to warn people about the impending traffic doom.   She wasn’t the ONLY one who wrote about it – but it didn’t appear that any other plans were made as a result of public input.   So she KNEW she would need to leave extra early to be in work on time.  Her plan?  Get us up and out the door for the first walk by 4:45.  Have both walks completed by 5:45.  Then she could feed us, eat her own breakfast, shower and leave at 6:40.  I usually take my medication like clockwork at 7AM – but she figured she could give it to me 20 minutes early and not throw me off.  But she couldn’t give it to me much before that.

So the alarm went off and she jumped out of bed.   She posted my blog for me and got dressed.  Einstein and I were raring to go – we are happy to get up whenever.  The FG needed to be summoned from his crate.  He is NOT a morning dog.  He slowly got up and crawled out, looking disheveled.  Mind you – he always looks that way.  My human got her coat, stuffed her pockets with treats and poop bags, donned her headlamp, and Einstein and I were off.  It had rained during the night, but had stopped.  We walked ALL the way down the road.  We walked to the head of the public trail, but my human said it was too dark and muddy to go that way.  Being the obedient dog that he is, Einstein promptly pooped in the parking lot.  She scooped and put the results in the can at the head of the trail.  She looked at me and said “Viktor – hurry up.”  I trudged slowly behind her all the way back home.  Her K9POOPOCD was building.  She pleaded as we walked along.  No results.  She walked PAST our driveway and onto the golf course at the end of the road.  Keep in mind it is STILL dark out.  She is SURE I will go.  Nope.  We didn’t go far because she knew she still needed to walk the FG.  I was TOTALLY screwing up the schedule.

We went home and I was instructed to wait outside.  I was going for ANOTHER walk – with the FG.  I trudged along.  Down the road we went.  And BACK we went.  And NEITHER of us pooped.  She was certain it was a conspiracy.  Want to know WHY we didn’t poop- it was JUST TOO EARLY.   Anyway, again we headed for the golf course.  And NOW the rain started.  Not just a LITTLE rain.  We are talking the skies opened and it was like Niagara Falls.  Of course, now the FG starts LEAPING in the air trying to catch the raindrops.  And I’m trudging along.  He pooped when we got to the course and my human picked up.   No results from me. We headed for home. 

When we got there – she put him in the house and took me out in the backyard for one LAST attempt.  By now it was after 6AM.   Which meant NO breakfast for her.  I trudged along and stared at her.

No results.  

She came in the house and announced “No breakfast for anyone.  You will all get extra large helpings at dinner.”  Seriously?   NONE of us could have breakfast?    Einstein thought he was headed back to the vet.  The FG didn’t care – half the time he just stares at breakfast anyway.  And yours truly was  appalled.  We did get treats – as she ran to jump in the shower – and to get dressed. And then Einstein gave me a dirty look as he figured this was all my fault.

When she emerged ready to head to work, she let us out for a quick pee.  We raced in thinking our bowls would be full when we came back.  The dream was shattered.   She gave us another treat, gave me my medication a bit early – and headed for the door.  She “said” she wouldn’t be LATE – but we know what that means.  And she was gone.

All day long we were STARVING.  Now I know what it feels like to be a stray and not knowing when you will get your next meal.  OK.  OK.  So she DID feed us a big snack the night before when we were going to bed.  But that was HOURS before…..

She DID surprise us though, and she WAS home early.  She took me out and begged me to poop.  I looked at her, quickly trotted outside and produced one of those picture perfect poops that all K9POOPOCD humans love.  I wonder how far away people could hear her shouting “GOOD BOY VIKTOR, GOOOOOOOD BOY!!!!!!!!”  I’m surprised she didn’t take a photo.  We walked in the door and Einstein rolled his eyes.

And then, as she promised, we got a double portion supper.  Perfect. 
So NOW, all of us will be off our poop schedule.  Can’t wait to see what happens today at 4:45…. Someone suggested you K9POOPOCD humans should form your own support group.  I think that’s a brilliant idea.   “Hi I’m Linda and two of my three dogs had picture perfect poops today.  But (insert dramatic pause) , the third one didn’t go.  At all…..”
Hey it’s just about that time!  Time for walkies!!!!!!
Don’t ya just love us?!
Have a good one.  Peace and paws up!
Seizure free days: 10

Drama Queen

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OK.  Now I understand why Einstein is the Drama King.  We live with the Drama Queen.

On Saturday, as you may recall, I didn’t want to poop on our morning walk.  In fact, I didn’t want to poop all day.  So at 8:30 Saturday night, when I still hadn’t pooped, my human’s blood pressure was off the charts.  You humans and your dog poop obsession.  There should be an actual psychological term for it. K9POOPOCD.  I finally went, when I was starting to worry that she would pass out from high blood pressure.
Sunday morning, I again would not poop.  She walked me and Einstein and no results from me.  It was a bit ridiculous- because I HAD just gone the night before.  But because Mr. Poop Machine, Einstein, went TWICE- she figured I must need to go. The K9POOPOCD kicking in big time.  She just needed coffee.
Anyway, we came home and instead of leaving me with Einstein, I went for ANOTHER walk – with the FG.  He of course did his thing, but no results from me.  We walked and walked.
She didn’t want to take us on the public trail, as she knew it would be muddy.  But when I didn’t produce results, she begrudgingly went that way.  That’s what I wanted all along.
The only problem?  The trail was beyond muddy.  There were puddles and thick soft mud.  I walked along the edges, but of course the FG didn’t care where he walked.  He plodded right through it and my human tried desperately to avoid the worst patches because she didn’t want her favorite walking shoes all covered in mud.  She was mumbling what a bad idea this was, and thought about turning back, but we were already half way through our loop.  There was no way out, so we might as well continue. 
FINALLY, I had a poop.  She was OVERJOYED and offered LOADS of treats.  The FG just stared at the two of us like we were aliens.  Muddy aliens.
So we continued on the trail, with a much happier human.  And guess what?  I pooped again!!! But this time, the results were hmmmmm….soupy.  All over my butt.  Sorry to be graphic but you are dog people.  And at this point, all of those dog owners who have short coated breeds, like Dobermans or Weimaraners are breathing a sigh of relief for their choice of canine…
We got home and I was whisked into the tub for a clean up.  After me, the FG went in to rinse off the mud.
So you would THINK that’s the end of the Drama Queen’s story.  The drama of poop and mud.  But no. 
Humans tend to overthink lots of things- leading to more drama.  My human now started worrying WHY I had some soupy poop.  I’m telling ya – K9POOPOCD. Did I eat something I shouldn’t have?  Did I have a blockage?  Seriously.  A little bit of soupy poop and she’s already got me in surgery for a bowel obstruction.  But what could I have eaten?  Suddenly she remembered “the mitten.”  When she was getting ready to walk us, she realized that one of her mittens was not with the other.  
She remembered “something” about the mittens on Friday morning when she threw them on the counter as she grabbed her car keys to capture the escaped Picard. She hadn’t worn her mittens on Saturday because the weather was warmer.  But now there was only one mitten on the counter.  So only ONE thing could possibly have happened.  I ate it.  Causing the soupy poop.  A serious K9POOPOCD flare up.  But first – she should search for the mitten- on the off chance that it was somewhere else.  Not in the yard.  Not in the garage where she thought it would be.  Not in the car.  Not in the closet.  Wait!  Why not look at hours worth of video recording on Big Brother- to SEE when I had stolen the mitten from the counter.  (As an aside, I have never eaten a mitten.  Yes- I did eat the bananas – peels and all.  But I have never stolen mittens from the counter.). I am not a Bernese.
All the time she is obsessively searching for the mitten, Einstein is shouting for breakfast. She finally had to feed us – and went back to her search.
Just as she was contemplating my after blockage surgery care, and I think just after she invoked the intercession of the wrong saint to help her find the mitten ( St. Anthony is the patron of lost things.  I think she mistakenly prayed to Saint Jude who is the patron of lost causes – which in this case was probably not that far off), she moved a winter hat that was on a table in the garage and low and behold, saints preserve us- there was the mitten!!!!  A glorious discovery!!  Time for singing and dancing!  That which was lost has been found!!!  Tragedy averted.  Treats for everyone.
So there you have a typical morning in our household. And although this is April 1st,  none of this is a joke.  Drama Queen at her best.  Saints preserve us indeed.
Have a good one. Peace and paws up.
Seizure free days: 9

Drama king

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My human doesn’t play favorites in our house.  One dog gets a biscuit, we ALL get a biscuit. But when one of us is feeling poorly, she does give that dog a bit more attention…which in the case of Einstein can be a bit much….

You need to keep in mind that when Einstein is brushed, he is QUITE dramatic.  He squeaks and squirms and acts like you are torturing him.  However, the INSTANT the brushing stops, he is FINE.  So imagine the drama king after he has had surgery.  How do you spell pitiful?
When he first came home from the vet, my human outfitted him in his rainwear.  So no one could lick at his incision.  He was not impressed with the fact that he had to wear this attire.  And the FG kept staring at him like he was some strange new dog.  He would approach him and jump back.   In addition, Einstein was in no mood for anyone evaluating his new fashion statement- and he warned the FG that he was in no mood.
Because my human is a bit neurotic (who am I kidding – she’s a LOT neurotic when it comes to us), she then started worrying that Einstein would get too warm. I suggested leaving him outside all night, but that didn’t go over well. She somehow managed to get him out of his rainwear – which had been no easy task to get ON because he was rather floppy.  Getting it off was not much easier.  She found an old tee shirt and put it on him.  She cut part of it so she could tie it on.  I thought he looked smashing.   He was again not impressed.
He slept well the first night – we all did after the “exciting” day.  Yesterday morning she took us out and everyone did their thing – except yours truly.  I wanted more attention.  Instead I got a smaller breakfast.  That plan backfired.
Einstein decided to milk this surgery thing and stared at my human while she was in the DFZ reading the paper.  So get this – she let him in!! This was just going too far.
He has to keep those stitches in for 2 weeks.  TWO WEEKS.  Oh and then he’ll be all dramatic about having them removed!  I think I need to do some rabbit chasing – just to work off some steam….
Have a good one. Peace and paws up.
Seizure free days: 8

The nurse can go off duty

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Well Einstein had his lumpectomy yesterday.  The worst part of the day was breakfast.  As you may recall, he could not have breakfast.    My human had to figure out how to feed me and the FG, without Einstein watching.  So she had a plan…

She walked the FG first.  Which is the normal routine.   But she left no treats for me and Einstein – which was a bit odd.  Then she took me – by myself for a walk.  Finally she took Einstein out.  She walked out the door and told him to wait.  She ran back in and gave me and the FG our breakfasts.  Like she thought Einstein wouldn’t know.  She thought she was extremely clever – I was in my usual spot in the kitchen and the FG was in his usual spot in the front hall.  She then took Einstein for a short walk.  She told him to wait when they came back so she could go in and pick up the FG’s dish before Einstein could get it.  Because he often leaves SOMETHING in his bowl.  A brilliant plan.  Or so she thought. 

She walks in the door before Einstein, and grabs the dish. Only one BIG mistake.  She leaves the front door partly open.  She turns around to see the FG going out.  And of course, he KNOWS he is FREEEEEEE.  She steps to the door and does the cutesy futile “come here Baby,” voice.  He turns on a dime and is off.  She puts Einstein in the house, grabs her cars keys and hits and garage door opener.  In the meantime she is already calling Pig Pen’s human on the phone to warn her that the escapee is probably headed her way.  She is not even through leaving a message, when she spots the wily coyote running up the neighbor’s driveway toward her car which is now on the road.  She slams the brakes and jumps out before he is on the road.  Now.  How to catch him without him taking off again.  Luckily he came to her when she opened the hatch on the car.  And in he went.  With my human huffing and puffing.  Disaster quickly averted.

We hung out in the afternoon waiting for news on Einstein. When my human first went in to the vet, she wondered if the lump was smaller.  I think she was just nervous about the whole surgery thing – and wanted to be sure it was necessary.  The vet said it was the same size – and although she wasn’t concerned about it – it probably would not go away on its own – and would just make my human wonder.  So my human handed off Einstein to very good hands. 

She decided to do some retail therapy to keep her mind off Einstein.  She went to the grocery store and wasn’t gone an hour when her phone rang.  Uh-oh she thought.  Einstein’s surgery was DONE.  They didn’t have to do a general anesthetic – so he was good to go.

She rushed over to pick him up.  The vet said it WAS just a cyst.  So that was fantastic news.  My human was SO relieved – thank you for all your positive thoughts, good wishes and prayers!   They WORKED!!!!

The vet did add that she thought she heard a bit of a heart murmur, which has never been detected before.  She told my human that we would just keep an eye on it- checking him every couple of months to be sure it does not get worse.  At this point, she said there was no reason for serious concern.

Although he didn’t have a general anesthetic, he was given something to make him a bit drowsy.  When he came in the house he looked a little disheveled – and he was NOT in the mood for us sniffing his butt.  Or anything else.  My human put his Gortex coat on – so neither he nor we could poke at his incision.   His stitches come out in two weeks. 

Pig Pen is recovering from his surgery too.   The vet felt that she was able to get clear margins and there were no signs of Mast Cells in his lymph nodes.   So another great bit of news.

Hopefully the infirmary can be closed down now for a while.  The nurse needs a bit of a break.  She’ll get that at work.

Thanks again for all your support!!

Have a good one.  Peace and paws up.

Seizure free days: 7

News

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Time for some dog news.  Did you hear the story about the Staffordshire Terrier who was traveling home to Amsterdam after participating in some dog shows in the US – and she “escaped” her crate at the airport?  Yup – apparently she got out of her crate and was running loose at the Atlanta airport – one of the busiest airports in the world.  The airport is on 4600 acres – so Gale had lots of room to run.  Some news reports say she was missing three days and some say four.  Anything longer than three seconds would be enough to make most human owners crazy.  But the good news – she was found, safe and sound.  My big question…..how did she get out of her crate in the first place.  This was obviously not her first time traveling…. Just wondering…

If you are like my human, and you want to learn more about your dog’s health, you may be interested in the VetVine webinars.  I may have mentioned this is the past – but no harm in repeating it.  Go to this website- and register- it is FREE.  
The topics are broad – everything from cancer to fleas and ticks, orthopedic issues , behavior and allergies.  You can listen to previous sessions or listen live as they occur.  We have signed up for the session April 10 on CBD oil. 
These sessions are not to replace visits to your vet – but they give you better knowledge about your dog’s health issues.  And it allows you to be more informed when you have conversations with your vet.
Today Einstein goes in for his lump removal.  Meanwhile- our old buddy Pig Pen had to undergo surgery yesterday for removal of a Mast Cell Tumor on his ear!!!   He has joined the infirmary.  
We had a great walk with him yesterday morning- before his humans got the news that he needed surgery.   Well – some of us had a great walk… Humpty Picard had to be put on leash during HIS walk because he was finding Pig Pen a tad too attractive.  We PONs didn’t care – mind you I was still on a leash.  Lumpy-Limpy was loose as he appears to have recovered from his limp. And he didn’t attempt to hump Pig Pen.  I think the Spring air has really affected the Picard.  He doesn’t attempt that behavior with us – because, well… we’re not as compliant as Pig Pen…
So here’s hoping Einstein does well – and that Pig Pen’s surgery was successful – and he is going to be OK.
We should be offering our own webinar…
Have a good one. Peace and paws up.
Seizure free days: 6

One step forward…

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One step forward.  One step wrong.

Yesterday, a loyal blog reader aptly named us Limpy, Lumpy and Torn.  I, of course am Limpy, Einstein is Lumpy and the FG is Torn – for his dew claw injury on the play battlefield the day before yesterday.
My human doesn’t have kids, but she has often heard friends talk about the paranoia and obsession humans have with their first child.  They rush them in to the doctor with the littlest sniffle or papercut.  By the time child three comes along,  the kid has to be either comatose or the limb is falling off before the parents get worried.  And the same is true with dogs.
Once upon a time, my human would have freaked out at the blood on the FG’s leg.  She would have gone right home, put him in Ludwig, and driven right to the closest animal emergency clinic.  But given that he is her 9th dog, she no longer freaks out.  Sure – if we are SERIOUSLY in need of care, she would take us in.  But it didn’t appear that he was about to lose his leg, so she cleaned him up, bandaged the leg, and that was that.
So that injury appears to be fine.  Still – she didn’t want to see him tear it again while it is healing, so when Pig Pen’s human texted yesterday morning to again go for a walk, we PONs got to go.
I started off not too badly – not too limpy – so she made the mistake of letting me loose.  The limping reappeared- so no more off leash – not matter how much I beg – for at least a week.  Meanwhile, Lumpy was having a grand time.  He would find the last patches of snow, as he did last week, and throw himself down.  Pig Pen doesn’t quite know what to make of him when he does this. 
We had a great walk, but as we were heading for home, my human noticed Lumpy was now limping.  Front leg.  Just like me.  So we have Limpy, Lumpy-Limpy and Cranky – because the FG was annoyed he only got to go for a walk with my human- and no off leash running with Pig Pen.
We survived the winter ice- only to injure ourselves at the first signs of Spring.  It’s probably a good thing my human has to work next week- it will give us a chance to recuperate!
Have a good one.  Peace and paws up!
Seizure free days: 5

The dog infirmary

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Welcome to the dog infirmary. 

First it was my seizure the other day.  Got through that.  
Unfortunately though, as we know, I can be a bit uncoordinated with the effects of my meds.  But, that doesn’t slow me down one bit.  My human watches and winces as I roll and throw myself around.  It was inevitable that I would do something to myself.  So sure enough- for the last two days I have been limping on my front leg.  It comes and goes – so I have been on restricted leash walking.
Then we have Lumpy.  Who goes under the knife on Friday.
And lastly we have the healthy Picard.  Who was fine.  Until yesterday…
Pig Pen’s human texted in the morning to see if anyone wanted to go for a walk/run.  My human didn’t want to take me – because of my limping and she knew if she took Einstein, I would scream bloody murder.  So she decided to take the wily coyote.  Who hasn’t seen Pig Pen or been off leash in weeks.
The FG saw Pig Pen and his brain exploded.  Completely.  It was all my human could do to hold  onto him.  They got to the golf course and she let him GO. He jumped. He raced.  He tugged on toys with Pig Pen.  He humped Pig Pen (a new, less-than-desirable behavior given that Pig Pen just stands there) until my human broke them up.  They were racing around on the frozen ground like two year olds in a playground after eating birthday cake.  And candy.  
And all was right with the world until my human looked at the FG’s leg and saw blood.  Oh.  And his other foot was bleeding too.  Seems he caught his dew claw on something and a toenail also was bleeding.  Great. Pig Pen’s human had a tissue which was quickly  spotted in blood.  She wondered if he should be carried home.  She even offered to carry his back end while my human would carry his front end, but my human knew that this idea would likely end up in a human injury.  So my human slowly walked the FG home- while he was still raring to pull and play with Pig Pen.
Because we always have an ample supply of vet wrap, she was able to bandage the FG’s leg.  The bleeding had slowed down – he thankfully didn’t completely tear off the dew claw.   Meanwhile, I went for my OWN walk with Pig Pen.  The FG’s toenail was fine, so after being sure that he wasn’t going to bleed to death, my human raced out with Einstein to meet up with me and  Pig Pen.  I had been the PERFECT walker.  I didn’t even care when my human and Einstein arrived.  Pig Pen’s human had liver treats.
So right now, our house is being dubbed the infirmary. One waiting for surgery.  One limping.  And one bandaged.  Oh and for some reason, the human is on head ache medication.  
Never a dull moment.
Have a good one. Peace and paws up.
Seizure free days: 4

The vet

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Einstein went to the vet yesterday.  It just so happened that they had an opening, so my human grabbed it. 

My human fluffed and puffed him before he went.  Mind you, he had been groomed the day before – but she always likes us to look our best when we go out.  Anywhere.  So she made him all coiffed and even put a barrette in his hair so you could see his eyes.  She thought he looked great but as they go to walk into the vet a couple is walking out – and the woman takes one look at Einstein and says “somebody must be going to be groomed.” ( There is a groomer at our vet’s office.).  My human just sighed and said “no, I’m afraid this is as good as it gets,” and she walked in the door.
She had Einstein sitting on the bench with her.  She doesn’t want us sniffing and licking the floor – who KNOWS who was there before us.  How do you spell paranoid?  I’m surprised we don’t wear hazmat suits.
Einstein was fine sitting on the bench and playing “watch me” games with my human.  He was being plied with treats for good behavior. People were in the waiting room and he was fine.  And then a zombie arrived – walking in with her female Golden.  Now I am SURE the Golden was friendly and if Einstein met her outdoors, he would be fine with her.  But the zombie woman marched in and let Goldie go wherever she wanted.   Einstein let out a low “I’m on this bench with my human and I currently own this waiting room growl,” and my human had to tell the zombie to move back from Cujo.  Then they asked zombie to weigh Goldie.  Well Goldie did NOT want to step on that scale.  Zombie cajoled and begged.  But Goldie was having nothing of it. My human was ready to go over and pick up the dog and put her one the scale.   I don’t think they ever DID get her weight.
Einstein was very good for the vet.  She poked and prodded his lump and took a sample to look at under the microscope.   My human felt like the vet was gone for an hour – but it was probably closer to 5 minutes.  The result?  She doesn’t know.  She said she is 92% certain it is nothing – like a little cyst. But given the 8% possibility it COULD be something else, she figured it best that it be removed.  So he is going under the knife on Friday.
In the meantime,  the FG and I were on guard duty.  The only problem is that without our ring leader, we are not very loud guards.  We were very happy to see Einstein and my human when they got home.  I forgot to mention he went to the PET STORE on the way home and got MORE treats.  
My human doesn’t want to rush the week – but she does want this thing removed.  But there is another hurdle first.  The regular drill is no food or water after midnight on the day of the surgery. But he isn’t scheduled for surgery until 1 PM.  Friday morning is going to be a nightmare. Imagine Einstein not being fed while the FG and I are gobbling down breakfast.  Well – I’m gobbling – the FG is staring at his.  Fun and games…
So keep Einstein in your thoughts – and send healing wishes (and maybe even a prayer) that this IS just a cyst.  We are thinking positively…
Have a good one.  Peace and paws up.
Seizure free days : 3

A Finnish Dog. And a lump…

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Yesterday, the FG had another handling class.  I guess he still doesn’t know how to handle my human.

He wasn’t the biggest dog in the class – a lovely female Leonberger was there.  But after her came the FG and the next biggest dog was an Aussie puppy.  So he still stands out.
Yesterday there was a brand new puppy there – a Finnish Lapphund named Coco.  And was she ever cute.  And SO well behaved.  She is not even 4 months old and she strutted around the ring like she knew the drill.  She put her little feet in the right place, and waited patiently for her treats. The FG just stared at her in amazement.  And so did my human.
She’s probably the only Finnish Lapphund in these parts.  They are a sturdy, mid-sized Spitz-type breed.  And they were bred for hunting and for herding reindeer!  They apparently come in different colors.  Coco is a tri-color.  Like a Bernese Mountain dog – black, brown and white.  
Here’s a short video with some facts about Lappies:
It was so nice to meet her- until my human realized the little spitfire will be in the herding group.  More competition for the coyote.  Great.
We all had a good grooming yesterday.  Well – good in my human’s eyes – we would have been happy to skip the whole thing.   And everything was going great – until my human found a lump on Einstein.   I have a couple of cyst-like lumps that the vet has seen, but was not concerned about them.  But this one on Einstein looks a bit different.   So you KNOW my human spent all kinds of time surfing the net and reading about dog lumps.  She has herself suitably concerned.  If she looked at that lump once, she must have looked at it 50 times.  It is on his back.  She’ll be making a vet appointment for this week.  One of the vets we go to is apparently on a vacation that we paid for.  Just joking. Sort of.
No work for my human this week-  but rumor has it she is going back next week for a week.  So it means double time for walks THIS week. And the weather forecast is looking good – perfect mud conditions!  We can’t wait.
Have a good one.  Peace and paws up.
Seizure free days: 2

Barbera

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March 24.  And today is the birthday of Joseph Barbera.  Don’t recognize the name?  Joseph Barbera, and his colleague William Hanna are called, by some, the architects of Saturday morning TV cartoon shows. They were famous animators who for over 30 years, produced some of the most well known characters and series on television.  And of course, many of their characters were dogs!!!
So let’s do a little cartoon quiz – and see if you can remember some of their famous canine characters.
Here are the dogs:
A.  Scooby doo
B.  Astro
C.  Huckleberry Hound
D.  Chopper
E.   Augie Doggie
F.    Muttley
Now match them to their description:
1.  This multi-breed Dog was the partner of Dick Dastardly.  He had a characteristic snicker and wheezy laugh.
2.  The dog on the Jetsons!  One of his humans was named Elroy.
3.  A bulldog who protects Yakky Doodle from Fibber Fox.
4.  This Great Dane character had his own series.
5.  A sweet little hound-like dog who referred to his father as “dear old Dad..”
6.  This easy going blue dog speaks with a Southern accent.
Let’s see how you did – here are the answers: 
1.  F
2.  B
3.  D
4.  A
5.  E
6.  C
There were actually lots of other Hanna-Barbera dogs- we were quite surprised to see them all.  
Here’s a cute little video of another Hanna -Barbera Dog.  I can totally relate to his reaction about treats!
I think my human could write a cartoon strip about us.  Mind you, no one would believe our antics.  Some might THINK that we use artistic license in telling our bad dog tales.  Sorry.  They are all true. 
Well -I made it through the dreaded 24 hour period post-seizure without another one.  My human was very happy about that.  So in the words of another Hanna-Barbera character- YABBA DABBA DOO!!!
Have a good one.  Peace and paws up.
Seizure free days: 1