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easyblog SUNDAY PUPDATE

SUNDAY PUPDATE

Just some short informations about our HOUSEPITAL:

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I got  a bandage on my paw, because I can’t stop to chew and to  lick on my ouchie…..

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or no… wait…. I have NO longer a bandage on my paw…

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The vet said if it is not better till tuesday he will check it again and if it is necessary he will remove that darned dew claw thingy. btw: I found out that Dew means in persian a daemon and DEW is also a manufacturer of scales in germany… there we have it Dew’s are uncool and useless…

My dad feels ok, tomorrow the visiting nurse will come again to remove the catheter (Note to my mom: safe the salad bowls!). Butt this time my dad will not flood his body with the half of an ocean on spec, he will drive immediately to that hospital to drink the  87 buckets of  water there. So in case something will happen – or in our case NOT happen – he can send an S.O.S. immediately to a dogtor… or a plumber…

Mom’s hoof is much better, it has  some brown and blue spots, butt she can walk like an egyptian again. Her thumb is still hyped up, one false move and she howls like Wile E. Coyote. Butt it goes better day by day…and fortunately the left thumb is anyway useless for digging for gold in your nose…

We are a little nervous for tomorrow, after all that shitty experiences we hope we will be ONE TIME like  the gladstone ganter ….

I wish you all  a good sunday, I send good thoughts and a big hug to all who are in need…. and to my pal  Nylablue from The True North:

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easyblog BLAST FROM THE PAST

BACON’S SHOW AND TELL..

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This time: Something that was one of your favorites that you just absolutely loved.

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For my mom it was a POST OFFICE. She got it as she started  school and this fabulous  thingy brought tons of fun to my mom, her freaky friend … and to her pawrents.

post5<— that’s a letter to mom’s granny, she wore blue glasses, I don’t know what kind of problems that post guy had to deliver the letter…

There were many cards, envelopes, stamps and rubber stamps, money orders or pay-in slips included. Neither mom or her friend could write or read and so they drawed a picture of the recipient on the envelope, used one of the stamps and brought it to the letterbox of their town. None of their cards and letters reached the recipients, probably because the post was as unreliable in ancient times as they are today…

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Butt that wasn’t the only thing you could do with your own post office, the rubber stamps were perfect to decorate furnitures, doors and walls. And even my grampys brand new car got some fabulous highlights on  the mustard-colored faux leather seats. The best was that this prints were furever and ever…. yeah, man Overlook Twins, I know, I know… now return to sender…

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Because the stamp pad was prepared with stamping ink and that’s a product made from devil’s spit. Stamping ink is similar to the poison of the Fierce Snake, there is no antidote available and so my grandparents had to live with the prints everywhere in their crib what said “paid”, “invalid” or  what showed an animal or a plant.

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Although my mom was just 7 years old, she still had the mentality of an Alcatraz-Veteran with more criminal energy than the nuke of Mr. Burns.  The Teacher of the first graders used a stamp instead of grades the first time , because it makes no sense to give grades to kids who are illiterates.  It was a bee and as the chance would have it, that it was exact the same bee my mom had in her rubber stamp box….. Because of the fact that her pedagogically irresponsible pawrents compensated every bee with hard cash, my mom acted and decorated her and her friends diary with tons of bees… Sadly the smart plan backfired as the two “exemplary students” got a half year certificate what you could show not even to close relatives without mortal shame…

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And with all that background knowledge I have no doubts why all things in our crib are what they are….

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easyblog WHAT DOES …

…THE FOX SAY?

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… well this time the fox says: har, har, har… OUTFOXED!

Yesterday I was on our meadow in front of my crib. We can’t do longer walks because of my still inflamed dew claw, so my mom thought I could walk around a little on that meadow…because it’s fenced and when we close the gate I can do my noon-patrol…

I was as bad as always and tried to chase voles and so my mom said: FINITO, you are a doofus and now  we go home.  And so she dragged me to the gate and just the moment she opened the gate a little bit, I saw something…

A FOX! A real one, who meandered around the wood piles of our neighbor… imagine that… a fox at noon! I switched to hunting mode immediately, jumped through the gate what still was ajar and tried to get that fox thingy. Sadly my mom is far away to be a hunting buddy…  she got stuck with her afterdeck on the gate and one of her stilts got entangled with the goal post…

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I pulled on the leash like crazy while 3 things happened at the same time: mom’s jacket said : rrrrrripppp and was ready for the trashcan, but her stern was free, the leg what was jammed at that goal post was bend to a direction not even Mr. Darwin would dream about and Mom’s “security belt” ( a friggin jogging leash with an elastic belt) was stretched over the limit, therefore the hook that holds the leash died and the whole belt thingy flipped back and gave my mom a solid low blow.

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Butt hey! We were free now and  ready to chase that fox! Sadly the hunting saboteur tried to mess up my fox hunt and hung on that goal post for  dear life  like a boozer shipwrecked with her left hand while the wild foxhunter was on her right hand… till the thumb of her left hand was bend to her wrist…

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Then the fox disappeared. Maaaaan! And a totally disappointed  silvermistygrey hunter dragged his mom home… were she howled her ARRROOO ! through 1300 km of fiber optic cable in the ear of her dad while I had a Spikebone… butt that’s NO replacement for a whole  fox. Just saying…

What we learnt:

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- a jacket can turn into a “wrecket” within seconds… ahhhmmm…. have I mentioned that it was THE SAME  ole thingy  what she wore as she got  a free iditarod sledging…? and btw: it’s not a good picture, but my mom wears FOX SOCKS… they say “renard” that’s french for fox… that’s literally like to add insult to injury…

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- an ankle can get the size of a potato also within seconds… but the shoe problem is solved for a while, because not even the worn out ole uggs  will fit…

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- the people who think they have a special knack, because they can bend their thumbs to the wrist,  are wrong. Efurrybuddy can do that, it’s just a question of the circumstances and the pain treshold…

- if you have a damaged ankle AND a damaged thumb you can outfox the pain nerves because they have no clue what kind of signal they have to send to your hypothalamus, so it ends with an error 403 and you are practically pain free… in theory…

- I never will take my mom to a hunt again , she is abysmal talent-free and with her rude words she put’s the game off…

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- jogging leashes from a discounter to a blow out price can strike back and give you a real blow, at least that bargain was no bluff package…

So. Now I’m waiting for my dad, who comes home today at noon  (sadly with the whole interior of that hospital again ). I bet he agrees with me, that my mom did a bad job this time. To “take care” looks different, I think.

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And when he walks on that Stairway to Hell he will feel like a fakir, because the mats on the steps have a gazillion of little knobs what are like nails on your paws… and therefore the Weim has his own beaten path…

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HAVE A WONDERFUL WEDNESDAY ALL

 

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easyblog PUPDATE

Hell-o,

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sorry for being late with an update, butt we had to wait till the late evening yesterday, as my dad called me…

The surgery went well and this time it needed more time and my dad has more equipment everywhere in and on his body than the last time.  We all hope that his sprinkler system is no longer on strike and that he can leave the hospital this time without all that stuff.

By now we have no news from a dogtor, my dad just called and said he is ok and he hopes that  they will give him a  free bottle of this stuff what runs trough his bloodstream, because it can chase all sorrows away for a while. My dad, the hophead…

Many thanks for all the tail waggs, the purrs and the crossed paws and thumbs, I’m sure that was the reason that all things went well and that we can see some hope for a happy end of this disaster…

… oh and speaking of  disaster… we have a “refurbished” stairway… That was my mom’s plan yesterday to bridge the time and to get all that fears and dark thoughts out of her mind. To paint  the steps with the part time-light from a motion sensor is not the real Mc Coy… by daylight you will get an unexpected surprise…or in this case: surprisES…

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That’s not The Stairway To Heaven what Led Zeppelin had in their mind, it looks more like  The Highway To Hell losely based on AC/DC…

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A big hug to  all who have a hard day today and to all who have sorrows, I’m with you and I’m there to hold your paw, when you need me…..

 

 

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easyblog WHAT THE…. F…RIDAY

HELL-O,

Yesterday wasn’t a good day…

In the morning the visiting nurse came to remove the darned catheter from my dad. Although she was super careful, my dad had to bear some hard pains. In the middle of that process the nurse asked for a bowl and my mom grabbed the first salad bowl from the cupboard without knowing for what the nurse will use it. Ok, that means no salad in this house till we have a new bowl, butt that’s a collateral damage…. because it came worse…

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Because dad’s sprinkler system is still out of order. He went to the hospital at noon and there they immediately had to remove the accrued urine… and then he got a new catheter. But that’s not all. The dogtor told him that the surgery brought not the result they expected  and the meds he got didn’t work. That’s not a good sign and so he has to go back to the hospital on monday for another surgery.

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We are devastated. We had so much hope that we can close this bad chapter yesterday, butt it wasn’t meant to be.  WHAT THE FU…nghi-mushroom!

Aside from that my paw is still swollen, because I’m an idiot I chased a dove yesterday and I still need support with a towel for some things. Many thanks to the Woo’s for the tip!  The darned dew claw is still inflamed too.  I’ve read in your comments that it is possible to remove that claws, butt guess what? That’s probably not allowed here and in most european countries. There is a law from 2004 what prohibits the amputation of claws and no one knows if that count’s for the dew claws too or not. Like always if you ask google , you will get more different answers than Imelda Marcos had shoes in her crib…. and if you are dangerously rash like my ole momma,  you can try your luck in a dog-forum, where they call you a “fascist” just for the question… Honestly with all the sorrows and the grief about the sad news we learnt yesterday, my mom laughed out loud as she read what the Troll of the day wrote… Some people shouldn’t use loanwords when they have no clue about the meaning…. and we would like to use some  “fasces” to blow up this Troll…

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Yesterday wasn’t a good day,  butt we try to carry on, even when all our hope was in vain and even with a heavy heart. I send big hugs to Sasha, who lost her beloved daddy, to the family of the three little pugs who still search for answers, I hope so much that the children hospital has some news for you and may it be really good news. I also send a hug to Sammy, who waits for the result of his bloodwork, I hope they read no bad things in your blood, buddy and I also send a special hug to Bev with the best wishes for her eyes and  all my best wishes to Fern, who has to deal with the bad aftereffects from a fall. And I send a hug to all who have to deal with sickness and sorrows and I hope so much that all dark clouds over Blogville will disappear…

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Have a good friday and a good weekend…

 

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easyblog WORDY WEDNESDAY

Hell-o,

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I’m back from the vet. The good news is, that I’m in perfect shape and I have 36kg(~79 lbs). Butt the bad news is, that I have a serious inflammation of my  ankle joint. During the examination the vet saw that my dew claw is ripped and the area around is red and swollen. According to Sherlock Holmes the suspect stands to reason that I had probably the same bad bed-accident like Stuart the Scottie. That makes sense, because Kyla said I’m a Scottie h.c., so things what happen to Scotties can happen to me too. ARRRRROOOOO!

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The vet said I have to rest and to take it easy for 10 days … maaaaan that’s like the whole eternity… I’ve got a cortisone-shot and I have to take  a half of the Rimadyl-pills in the evening and in the morning. The vet couldn’t remove or clip the ripped claw, because I acted like a berserk when someone came close to my paw. So we wait till the damaged part grows out. I still  feel shitty and I have problems to place a bomb without using all my paws. My mom tried to support me, butt I stopped the process, hey, I’m 5 and I don’t need assistance from my momma for that business…  and I have a right to privacy…

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Now I lay on my bed and take a rest while my mom searches for a dogtor who prescribes her a rest too….

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Have a good wednesday all

 

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easyblog TERRIBLE TUESDAY

HELL-O,

we are just back from the vet. In the early afternoon I started to limp and I couldn’t use my left forepaw. Usually I’m a tough guy who shows no pains, butt this time I howled and showed my mom my paw, that she will take the  pains away from me, butt sadly she couldn’t. Unfortunately today is a holiday, Armistice 1918, butt nevertheless  we rushed to the vet, who wasn’t in his office and also not at home, because another unhappy guy far away in Finisterre needed help too.

 I’m on Rimadyl now and have to see my regular vet tomorrow. It seems that nothing is broken and we have to wait till the vet can examinate my paw  in the morning.

There is never a dull moment in my crib, butt meanwhile I wish it would be more normal or even  boring here… Our home-hospital has now a patient more and we hope that this serial of bad luck is over soon…what a SH*T…

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Have a good Veterans Day and take care…

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