Fighting On

You blink and suddenly more than a year has gone by, and what a year it’s been…

As some of you may know, we have been struggling with Josie’s health and well being due to the side effects of her allergies. I won’t get into details here and now, but suffice it to say yeast, fungi, and bacteria all seem to adore her face. At the same time. Yeah.

Josie is a rescue dog, so the extent of her allergic afflictions wasn’t well known. She also has several behavioral quirks that require continual monitoring. Monty and her are not best friends, and they may never be. Sometimes however we catch glimpses and realize how dependent they’ve become to one another.

Monty & Josie 6/17/2015

We continue to fight on to support more moments like this. They both deserve it.

Welcome Josie!

Josie

Over the last few months we’ve quietly been searching for a friend for Monty, and are happy to introduce you to Josie! She is a 3 year old French Bulldog rescued with the help of the Short Mugs Rescue Squad. She came home with us today from Austin and we can’t wait for everyone to meet her.

Oh Bailey Boo

Bailey

The hypoallergenic food trial is officially a failure, and Bailey has lost a tooth. Getting old sucks, doesn’t it Boo?

Over the last month and a half he has three times decided to stop eating the special food we were feeding him after initially having no problems with it, forcing us to start over with something new. The last week we had two vet visits as he pretty much stopped eating anything for at least 2 days, so after injections of vitamins and anti-nausea medication didn’t help we were forced to try an appetite stimulant and steroids. This helped him to finally start eating again only to have us discover he had lost one of his canine teeth, so a round of antibiotics to make sure he healed properly and he seems to be back to his old self again.

It’s amazing how stoic pets can be even in dealing with excruciating pain.

Conversations at the Dog Park 1

Random Dude: Is that a Boston?
Me: No, French Bulldog.
Random Dude: Oh, Frenchie? [long pause] You know they can’t swim right? [longer awkwarder pause] Their head is too big.
Me: That’s why he has a life jacket.
Random Dude: I’m not the fucking ASPCA, man!

Bailey’s Turn

Bailey - March 2013
Not to be overshadowed by Monty, it was Bailey’s turn at the vet today for his first senior checkup. Yup, our big kitty is now a card carrying member of the AARC at 12! He’s had on-again off-again digestive and GI issues over the years, so fortunately this trip was preventative in nature and not an emergency. Even so, with the sounds he was making during the 10 minute drive to and from the office the ride was excruciating. Dr Naugler ran a full gamut of tests including physical, blood profile, urinalysis, and fecal review, in addition to updating his rabies vaccination.

Many of you may know of the tummy troubles Bailey endures from time to time, be it the constipation, picky eating habits, or vomiting if you look at him funny. He’s always been that way and we’ve learned how to deal with it. We’ve tried good food, bad food, canned food, dry food, raw food, baby food, and even stranger things like boiled pumpkin without much luck in either getting him to eat anything other than certain Friskies and Fancy Feast varieties. He eats and seems happy, but I’ve never been overly excited about what I give him. He also has a bit of an OCD streak when it comes to cleaning himself and has several bald spots because of this. Past vets tried to treat this as a psychological issue with steroids, but this was probably the worst thing we ever did for him as he was MISERABLE and did not last very long. So the news today that the recommendation going forward would be to transition to a special hypoallergenic diet did not come as a complete surprise, but the reasoning for it caught me off guard for what I have been overlooking all this time. The OCD cleaning could be caused by abdominal irritation due to food or food allergy and probably has nothing to do with boredom or psychosis, so I’m either the worst pet parent ever or, well I couldn’t think of anything else because I felt like the worst pet parent ever.

So changes are afoot for Bailey’s diet, and this could get “fun”. First up to taste test are the deliciously named canned foods “Intestinal Low Residue Pate” and “Hypoallergenic Senior Feline”, so wish us luck!

Bailey’s Turn At Fame 1

Bailey’s turn at internet fame…

Creative solutions to simple problems

When it comes to finding ways to keep animals out of spots where they have no business in being, people can get really imaginative. Enter the Blender Defender, the latest and greatest in cat-on-the-counter-replulsing technology!

Have a cat that won’t stay off your counters? I do. I finally got fed up with it enough to do something about it: scare the crap out of him with a motion-detecting blender (while recording the results for my own amusement, of course).

Play Date

Monty has a new play date, and he’s no less than 10 times bigger than he is.
You better believe he still KNOWS he’s the alpha male, but I think Cooper still loves him anyway…

The Mundane 3

In the past week I/we did these things (in no particular order):

1. Went golfing with Steve before he left town. Discovered we all suck pretty badly at golf.

2. Went to a Tigers game a few rows back from the dugout.

3. Acted like we knew what we were doing after watching our 100th episode of The Dog Whisperer.

4. Drank a beer as big as our head.

5. Learned badminton is a sport. No, really. A sport you can hold a beer and cigarette in one hand and still KICK ABSOLUTE ASS with the other. My kind of sport.

6. Went to a theater to see a movie that for once didn’t suck (Batman – go see it).

7. Managed to eat at Toast a) without being hungover, and b) without waiting 2 hours for a table to be open.

8. Stood inside a skyscraper and waved at Windsor.

9. Made it through another week of life.

Hello Spring 1

Ahhh springtime, I had almost forgotten how good you feel. The time of year where the sun warms & the permafrost rolls back to reveal FOUR MONTHS WORTH OF DOG SHIT IN THE BACK YARD.

Dog Shit

Par for the course as a dog owner. I guess you can count this my official 1st day of spring. Welcome back to the new weekly yard work routine…