Category Archives: Dog related
Porch sitting dog
I do believe that Miss Lucy is going to be one of those great porch sitting dogs.
The other day I cleaned up and put The Curmudgeon’s mother’s old plastic garden bench on the front porch. (We’d had it in various spots in the yard.)
Yesterday, Lucy spotted the neighbor seated on the porch wall between our porches and began to bark at her. Not a mean bark, she was doing her ‘I want to go see her now’ bark.
So, I leashed her and took her out to say hi to Susan. All tail wags and happiness Lucy got to greet her friend.
Susan’s friend showed up so she went to talk to him and Lucy got tired of waiting for her to return. I showed her the bench and invited her to sit there with me. She had a great time.
“Gee, Mom. Wouldn’t the bench be great with a soft cushion on it? Like the couch?”
I hope they blow their hands off …
Fireworks.
Hate them!
Not the professional displays mind you, I hate the idiots that set them off in the streets at all hours of the night and day.
Poor Lucy spent the night hiding in her crate. Idiots!
She’s so sweet
And so naughty too.
I bought a lovely canvas shopping bag to take to the farmers market and various other stores.
Lucy decided it was a toy and I caught her just as she was starting to chew on the purse flap. So glad she ignored the leather handles.
I do believe that was first time I’ve yelled at her since she arrived.
Updating the blog pages
It was with sadness that I updated my blog headline post. However, I do love the pictures of Lucy that I used.
I also redid my about me post, removing Patty’s history and updating Gavin’s.
Gavin was our 7th Bull terrier. In order they were: Danny, Joey, Malcolm, Mercy, Sadie, Patty, Gavin, and Lucy is #8.
There’s a certain emptiness to the house
Two dogs make a lot of noise.
One dog not so much.
Turns out that old Gavin was the noisier of the two even though Lucy tends to bark more.
Lucy was looking for him today.
We said good-bye to Gavin
No matter how many beloved pets you have, it is always painful when you lose one.
During the night Gavin’s back legs began to fail to support him and he cried all night. By morning, after a dose of his pain medication, his walking improved by only a tiny margin.
We made a decision. I couldn’t see him go through another night the way his last night was. His vet gently sent him on his way.
At 15 years of age, the dear old boy took the record for the longest lived of our dogs.
I wish to thank all the people on Facebook for the lovely sentiments they expressed. They were a comfort to both of us.
Fly my handsome boy, your Patty is waiting on the other side for you.
How long do you prolong suffering?
I was reading a post in a dog related FB group last night and was so sad that someone had a dog who has had severe neurological problems since he/she was only months old.
They’ve controlled seizures with medication but he/she has other symptoms they cannot control. Severe ones. Enough to make me think the dog’s quality of life is quite poor.
Yes, I know they love her. But seriously, love also means knowing when our beloved companions are suffering and you as a responsible owner can stop the suffering. You don’t keep the poor pet alive because you cannot bear to be without them.
Yes, it hurts to let them go. It hurts a lot. It is devastating. Please, when they are suffering, let them go.
When Gavin, aged 15, reaches that point in his life where the quality of his life is at its low point, we will let him go as we have other sweet companions we loved with all our hearts. For now the silly boy still bounces through life.
Day three of Gavin’s recovery
I’m happy to say the day went well. He’s staying quiet and cooperative. It’s a freaking miracle, he’s a Bull Terrier for heaven’s sake.
Had to leave The Curmudgeon in charge for a bit while I made my second run this week to the pharmacy for another of The Curmudgeon’s medications. Both dogs stayed out of trouble. Yay.
Day 2 of Gavin’s recovery…
He’s calm. Sleeping well and doing everything he should.
We have foregone the e-collar for the moment because he’s leaving everything alone. That may change as he heals more and the stitches begin to itch.
So far he is enjoying his pain medications and food, he wants food every minute of the day. He’s afraid we’ll not give him his breakfast again I guess.
Say ‘cookie’ and he’s on you like a shot. LOL
Today’s Tee shirt
Gavin looks like he’s been through a war…
We had a veterinary emergency run yesterday morning. Gavin had a small mass on his anus burst open and we had blood everywhere.
The Curmudgeon called the vet while I tried to stem the flow without success. Finally I grabbed an old pair of his undies and pulled them on Gavin pulling his tail through that convenient hole.
After some surgery there, while he was still out, our vet removed numerous skin tags and warts from his face, legs, and body since we don’t want him under anesthesia any more than necessary.
Gavin slept when he first got home then when he got up and poddied, he wanted his food. He demanded food. He screamed for food. Poor baby didn’t get breakfast and it was well past dinnertime.
I think he’ll survive now that he ate. We still have a bit of post anesthesia whining off and on, but by morning he should be fine.
Poor tired old dog
We had a lovely, warm day today. It hit 72 degrees!
Now normally I’ll take the dogs out in the yard on retractable leashes because we have problems with crows and squirrels dropping things like chicken bones in our yard. With a leash on them I can haul them back from any bones they spot.
Since I’d done a walk through and clean up on most of the yard, I decided to let Gavin loose while I picked up branches and twigs from the front of the yard.
He moseyed all over the yard while I worked. He hasn’t done that in a while so when I was ready to go in he was too. Once inside he went directly to crate and passed out for a few hours. The loud snores coming from his crate the rest of the afternoon were a riot.
On another subject…
I sat down to work on the blog and get a few e-mails written. Looked over at the couch to find Lucy staring at me. Couldn’t help but giggle. She’s still staring.
This usually means she’s thinking of bugging me to go out but is too lazy to get up as of yet. She’ll move when her bladder says GO NOW!!! Then she’ll do the pee pee dance and bark at the back doors.
Lucy is a hoot.
Gavin will start to fuss in about an hour. You can set your watch by his poddy breaks.
This face!
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