Well, this is what we got. Only a very, very sick one.
Her name is Andie, and we found her 9 days ago at the pound. She was spayed the next morning & we brought her stoned, limp, stinky body home.
Where she proceeded to pee, poop up Giardia parasites, and eventually cough up 1/2 of a lung. After a 2am trip to the 24 hour veterinary hospital, we found out that she had pneumonia and was gonna die like a dog if we didn't put her into isolation with an i.v. drip, yadda yadda for $2500 - $3500. And she might die anyway.
For the most part, we opted to care for her at home - pushing ringers lactate subcutaneously, feeding 'pill pockets' of antibiotics, sprinkling powder onto her food, and thumping her sides.
When things started to look pretty hopeless, she ended up spending 2 days (with a night at home in between) in the hospital where they did the same thing. For a lot of money.
She liked us better.
Unfortunately, our house smells like an infected spitoon because for 2 days she choked and choked and choked and choked and we wiped and wiped and lysoled and scooped and hosed and bleached and cried and yet....
SHE LIVES!!!
Potty training aside, things are looking up.
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Monday, January 18, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
Repentance
I'll come clean.
I prefer big dogs. I have always considered any dog under 20 pounds a 'drop-kick dog.' Not just useless, but unworthy of the breath that they steal from REAL animals.
I've especially despised Chihuahuas. I've always found them yappy, unsmiling rodents who dart up to you so fast that your ankles are bloody before you've had time to take evasive action. Unless they are mincing and wiggling on your lap, slathering kisses into your mouth as their smiling owners say, "Oooh. He LIKES you!"
Kill them all. Stupid dogs. Stupid owners.
But then I met Mocha. My cousin's totally, un-nasty TINY dog. I had no idea that Chihuahuas can fetch little balls. That they are fierce and fearless at tug-of-war and play-growl like they can whip a 200 pound man. That they really CAN be taught not to eat the neighbor lady.
And they are soooo stinkin' cute when they get sleepy and their yawns are so big that they almost turn inside out.
I want a Chihuahua. And I would only let it bite mean people who call them 'drop-kick dogs.'
I guess you can teach an old lady new tricks.
I prefer big dogs. I have always considered any dog under 20 pounds a 'drop-kick dog.' Not just useless, but unworthy of the breath that they steal from REAL animals.
I've especially despised Chihuahuas. I've always found them yappy, unsmiling rodents who dart up to you so fast that your ankles are bloody before you've had time to take evasive action. Unless they are mincing and wiggling on your lap, slathering kisses into your mouth as their smiling owners say, "Oooh. He LIKES you!"
Kill them all. Stupid dogs. Stupid owners.
But then I met Mocha. My cousin's totally, un-nasty TINY dog. I had no idea that Chihuahuas can fetch little balls. That they are fierce and fearless at tug-of-war and play-growl like they can whip a 200 pound man. That they really CAN be taught not to eat the neighbor lady.
And they are soooo stinkin' cute when they get sleepy and their yawns are so big that they almost turn inside out.
I want a Chihuahua. And I would only let it bite mean people who call them 'drop-kick dogs.'
I guess you can teach an old lady new tricks.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
weapons of grass destruction
Seeing these pup feet (pootsies - rhyme with footsies) on here, I miss my big old dog Yogi who passed away a little over a year ago. Only Yogi had 'star toes' - hair between the pads that splayed out into little stars. The best feet in the world.
Anyhoo... (I really HATE that expression) ... today was a lazy day. I haven't been to school in 2 days because I had a horrible migraine last Friday and it was an awful day. I just got so tired and frustrated that I was ready to quit.
But after thinking it over, I've decided I'd like to transfer to the night classes. They're part-time, and start at 5:30 pm and finish at about 10pm - the perfect time for me since my body and mind starts to come alive after about 2 in the afternoon!
Unfortunately, it takes about 18 months, and I would have to go in on Saturdays, but I really want to finish. I just have to finalize things with the admin at school. But I think they like my monthly cash payments enough to work with me! (HA.) Hopefully!
On another note, we have the Presidential Debate on t.v. and it's so obnoxious. McCain and Obama are arguing about stupid things - 'you said this about me!' 'Well, you said this about me.' I'm not particularly fond of either of them and don't even know who I'll vote for. It will be the lesser of two evils - if I can even choose one.
Anyhoo... (I really HATE that expression) ... today was a lazy day. I haven't been to school in 2 days because I had a horrible migraine last Friday and it was an awful day. I just got so tired and frustrated that I was ready to quit.
But after thinking it over, I've decided I'd like to transfer to the night classes. They're part-time, and start at 5:30 pm and finish at about 10pm - the perfect time for me since my body and mind starts to come alive after about 2 in the afternoon!
Unfortunately, it takes about 18 months, and I would have to go in on Saturdays, but I really want to finish. I just have to finalize things with the admin at school. But I think they like my monthly cash payments enough to work with me! (HA.) Hopefully!
On another note, we have the Presidential Debate on t.v. and it's so obnoxious. McCain and Obama are arguing about stupid things - 'you said this about me!' 'Well, you said this about me.' I'm not particularly fond of either of them and don't even know who I'll vote for. It will be the lesser of two evils - if I can even choose one.
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