We thought we would show you some of our extended furamily today.
Some of you may remember our cousin Ruby Blue. She joined the three grandkids, Ms. K, Mr. J., and Ms. C right after Misty came to our home. Ruby Blue will be two in August.
She is a very happy girl. She loves to play with us when we go to visit her. She loves to run all around her yard with us.
Isn't she just a beautiful Golden Girl? And she has a wonderful disposition too!
Here she is with our dancerina Ms. C. Mom says she needs more work on her posing. But Ms. C. has no problem with that - look at that smile!
But wait, there are more cousins to see. . .
Our two shih tzus cousins, Duncan and Dexter who live with two of the other grandkiddos. Duncan is the boy on the left. He is almost three and shares the same birthday as our Dad. The sweet little black and white boy on the right is Dexter. He just arrived at Duncan's home last Sunday and is only about 12 weeks old. He is very sweet, according to his humans. We haven't met him in the furs yet. When his Mom, one of our human sisters, took him to the vet yesterday for his first checkup here, the vet found he has something wrong with one of his eyes. He was off to see a doggy ophthalmologist yesterday afternoon. He has a dermoid on one of his eyes. There has been a lot of discussion about what to do about it, but we think he is going to be just fine. We sure hope. He sure is cute, and Duncan and his human boys Mr. T. and Mr. B. both love him so much. He makes us think of Arty from LLB in our Backyard.
Mom, wouldn't it be nice to have a new, cute, adorable puppy join us too? NO????? Just think about it:) Woos - Lightning, Misty, and Timber
Maybe we should call this Mischief Monday Trouble Tuesday Wordy Wondering Wednesday Thankful Thursday. Whatever, let's join Brian's Thankful Thursday Bloghop and give you an update on Timber.
Yep, that's me, the boy with the tummy and poop issues.
Raspberries to all the tests I have been through. How about a cookie as a reward for my good behavior?
Seriously, Mom, do we HAVE to talk about poop? That's embarrassing.
OK, here goes. So I had to go to the V.E.T. last Friday because I have had so many episodes of bile vomiting, losing my meals, and ahem, "irregular" poop output even though I was eating fine and playing as I always do. So I had a bunch of analyses done on my "sample" and blood work. My blood work was overall pretty good with just a couple of slightly lowered numbers that the vet said was probably due to all the upset going on. No parasites found in the famous sample, a tiny bit of blood, a little bit of bacteria, but not too bad, and no giardia. My symptoms remained unexplainable, but I started on some metronidazole on Saturday along with my pepcid. Mom calls that metro stuff the magic cure.
Well, guess what, it did nothing for me. By Tuesday night there was no improvement. Mom had waited the few days recommended by the vet and decided it was time to look at other options. So yesterday I had the pleasure of another trip to the V.E.T., and this time I saw Mom's favorite vet, Dr. B. He was as perplexed as the other vet. He talked about doing a PCR test to check for just about everything. But then they decided to take pictures of me first. I am a great model for photos, but I guess this wasn't quite what they had in mind. They wanted to take x-rays of my insides!!! They made me lie still on a table on my side and on my back. They said I was a super good and cooperative boy.
AND Dr. B. saw something in there that was not quite right. He said I have a partial blockage in my intestines, whatever that is. He said it has almost come all the way down the path and should make its way out very soon. What the heck? What could it be??? He said it looks like a conglomeration of fur, sticks, maybe bones, maybe birdie bones, but he couldn't be sure. Mom is thinking it may be a mix of all of that since I eat everything and anything I can find.
I promise I will try not to eat anything bad out here anymore because I sure don't like that new medicine I have to take. Dr. B. gave me something called "enteric" something or other. It is a pink liquid, and it tastes horrible. Mom has a hard time getting it into me, and I have to take it three times a day for a couple of days. And I will still finish the metronidazole. The good thing is that Mom's examination of the output today revealed a bit of improvement in the consistency of the substance, if you get my drift. But don't get too close, because that drift might be a little odoriferous:) BOL.
The rest of The OP Pack is doing just fine and are hoping I get back to normal soon.
Meanwhile, here are some happy faces as we are all thankful to have finally found out what is going on with me. Woos - Timber (Lightning and Misty too)
Timber wants to join in on the Caturday Art Blog Hop.
Mom did something funky to my photo using Lunapic. That's me in the background of the fireplace glass door too. Funky? Yep, that's a pretty good work for how I am feeling. I am still doing the horka horka, and so I had to go to the V.E.T. this week. Mom is giving me a little pink pill called Pepcid a couple of times a day, but so far it isn't doing much for me. We are waiting for some blood work and other test results to come back to see if they can figure out what is going on. No worries, friends, I am still eating and drinking. Maybe not as much playing, but it has been pretty hot. A little extra POTP would be appreciated. Woos - Timber